The Peaks of Luxury

On top of the world. At the Kulm Hotel in Saint-Moritz, gravity, glamour, and glugs of champagne are ever present By Joseph Bullmore Saint-Moritz began as a bet. It is not currently clear that anyone is losing. In 1864, a hotelier named Caspar Badrutt invited a group of English jollymakers out to a Swiss mountain village for the summer season, to frolic in its lake, romp in its forests, and take in the curative air. Before they left, Badrutt challenged the group to come back in the winter, once the snow had fallen and the lake had frozen over and the fair-weather tourists had departed. Winter? You must be mad!, they said. Ice is for cocktails! But Badrutt bet them that, should READ ON