Badrutt's Palace

Badrutt's Palace commands St. Moritz from its hilltop perch like a turreted dowager—cream façade, red awnings, a century of après-ski royalty. Inside, gilded salons and Persian rugs absorb the chatter of oligarchs and old money families who return each winter like migrating birds. The hotel still lights its rooms with the original 1896 electric bulbs, a detail that somehow matters at this altitude.