It’s time to get back out there.
Time to get excited.
Time to find a French chalet with a 12-seat movie theater, a sauna-equipped gym, butlers running around all crazy-like and beef bourguignon on demand.
Just kidding. We found it for you.
Bienvenue au Chalet Igloo—a decidedly sexy, decidedly fur-covered chalet in the Alps here to serve as your official launchpad into ski season, taking reservations now.
Picture a humble little mountain hut. This is the exact opposite of a humble little mountain hut. This is a jumbo-size chunk of luxury dedicated to French-style excess. You know, fluffy pillows. And windows architecturally calibrated for watching sunrises. And a small army of French people at your beck and call.
And it’s a ski-in, ski-out situation, too. The Portes du Soleil slopes are right there. So after an afternoon of high-adrenaline runs over champagne powder, you can unwind in the sauna. Let your personal chef double as a bartender. Whatever.
Come evening, you’ll face a difficult decision: curling up by the fire and tasting your way through the wine cellar in the basement, or getting your driver to bring you to the neighboring village of Morzine so you can taste the sweet waters of the local nightlife.
Or the sweet alcohols.
Time to get excited.
Time to find a French chalet with a 12-seat movie theater, a sauna-equipped gym, butlers running around all crazy-like and beef bourguignon on demand.
Just kidding. We found it for you.
Bienvenue au Chalet Igloo—a decidedly sexy, decidedly fur-covered chalet in the Alps here to serve as your official launchpad into ski season, taking reservations now.
Picture a humble little mountain hut. This is the exact opposite of a humble little mountain hut. This is a jumbo-size chunk of luxury dedicated to French-style excess. You know, fluffy pillows. And windows architecturally calibrated for watching sunrises. And a small army of French people at your beck and call.
And it’s a ski-in, ski-out situation, too. The Portes du Soleil slopes are right there. So after an afternoon of high-adrenaline runs over champagne powder, you can unwind in the sauna. Let your personal chef double as a bartender. Whatever.
Come evening, you’ll face a difficult decision: curling up by the fire and tasting your way through the wine cellar in the basement, or getting your driver to bring you to the neighboring village of Morzine so you can taste the sweet waters of the local nightlife.
Or the sweet alcohols.
