Keith Olbermann’s prodigal return to ESPN.
Matthew McConaughey going from Failure to Launch to likely Oscar nominee.
Reintroduce yourself to Hôtel Mont-Blanc, a grand, centuries-old hotel that took a few years off only to return as the undisputed champion of leisure-related excess in the French Alps, taking reservations now.
What you’ve got here: a 40-room bastion of French civility standing at the ready for all your Alpine merrymaking needs. A chandelier-lit universe of wrought-iron staircases, checkered marble and gilded fireplaces.
Your not-so-humble setting: Chamonix. It’s the town that hosted the first Winter Olympics in 1924. The one with all the pearly white peaks and the hotel you’re about to be glorious in. Step inside. Take a seat in the bright and airy dining room. There’s a three-Michelin-starred chef in the kitchen, so maybe eat something.
In due time, you’ll claim a massage table in the cocoon of fluffy towels and nice smells that is your day spa. Maybe dip into the heated indoor/outdoor pool. Perhaps serenade a stranger in the piano-equipped bar.
You know damn well how these old French hotels work.