Ah, St Moritz. The name brings to mind a gorgeous summer holiday in Torquay. I was 16 and he was tall, blond, a little shy and had the most beautiful smile. I’ll call him Hanspeter, because that was his name. When business took me to St Moritz one September day a few years ago, well, for a brief second, I considered looking him up. Then I realized I didn’t know his surname – I’d never bothered to ask. What can I say… it was summer, we were kids…
My first view of St. Moritz and the Engadin Valley was jagged, alpine peaks kissing the clear sky, larches in golden autumn colours, the sun sparkling off the water in the deep-blue St. Moritzsee. Here and there, a house clung precariously to a cliff. Only Swiss and Norwegians would choose to live in such splendid isolation.
On the other hand, St Moritz is marketed as ‘prestigious, world famous, chic, elegant and exclusive’. It’s a ‘playground for movie stars and royalty’, it has a ‘pronounced cosmopolitan ambience’ and – my favourite – ‘a champagne climate more tonic than anywhere else’. Even the name St Moritz is copyrighted.
The town is divided in two. Up in the hills is St Moritz-Dorf – everyone’s image of this swanky resort – full of chalets, hotels, boutiques and the odd souvenir shop. Down by the lakeshore, St Moritz-Bad is another story – full of ugly concrete blocks of flats and sports halls. What can those architects have been thinking? Here you are, surrounded by nature at its most stunning, and you’re inspired to build this?
I want to like you, St Moritz. And I do. But you are not a beautiful town. The phrase less is more would likely receive nothing but a sneer here. Sorry to hurt your feelings, but you’re a bit obtrusive, actually. However, what you lack in beauty, my darling, you make up for with your setting.
Dorf and Bad are connected by a series of escalators through St Moritz Design Gallery. I suppose this Alpine town must get its share of lazy tourists, then. Here for Prada and Patek Philippe rather than the skiing. Claudia Schiffer, Pierce Brosnan and Lance Armstrong hang out here from time to time. I’m sure they are fit enough to walk, though.
Passing through the gallery and looking at posters showing scenes from St Moritz at the turn of the century, I yearn to visit St Moritz of the early 1900s. Where, oh where is that time machine? (Perhaps a brief detour to that lovely English summer and exchange surnames…)
What to do in St Moritz in September:
- Stroll around the über-gorgeous St Moritzsee.
- Have a look at the quirky old-world Hotel Waldhaus am See and imagine the place say, 100 years ago – people in Edwardian costume strolling lazily around, picknicing by the lake, happily chatting, resting and taking the baths. Very belle époque.
- Try a Nusstorte (local nut cake – delicious).
- Take the Bergbahn up to Corviglia and the cable car on up to Piz Nair. Walk the last bit up to the very top (3057 m), and breathe as deeply as you can! Go back down to the Panorama restaurant, get a cup of tea and enjoy the view. Walk back down and look for adorable marmots along the mountainside.
- OK then – give those escalators a go. They end at a terrace overlooking the lake. And just in case the two short stairs down from the terrace are too much, there is a lift down to the pavement.
This is off-season. Many resorts and shops are closed – but everything will be back in business in early December, including the flashy Badrutt’s Palace Hotel from 1896. Now you know.
Badrutt’s Palace hotel. Somehow gaudy 19th century is more appealing than gaudy 20th century.
Summing up, here’s my quick take on St Moritz:
- The town – eeeh…..
- The setting – out of this world
- Worth it? Oh yes!
For more fun photos, have a look at DeliciousBaby.