I return, delighted to curl up in a soft shepherd's hutch in front of the big fire, with a beautiful new book. Then I go next door to lunch at Le Relais. In the warm, restful atmosphere of patinated blond wood, I enjoy a mountain croque and a crème brûlée to die for.
I head for the Pure Altitude spa. An almost polar-like softness instantly envelops me, like its white walls adorned with fur. I decide on the Beauté Glacée treatment, an anti-aging Lift 4810 treatment with an eye on the summit of Mont Blanc, combining a lifting facial massage with a body scrub and wrap... I pick up the phone.
I'm delighted to be back in the hotel's cosy lounges, with my own ready for après-ski. It's time to sample the in-house pastries for which the hotel is famous: mont blanc with grand cru hot chocolate for some, coffee éclair, lemon tartlet and signature tea for others.
I sip a vintage champagne, a Dom Ruinart 2009, at the counter of Bar Les Enfants Terribles. The lounges, with their mix of artists' pieces and vintage, are as lively as ever. Outside, the horse-drawn carriages continue to parade and the snowflakes to dance.
This evening, I decided to succumb to the dish I'd spotted at lunchtime: a beef cheek braised for 8 hours in Mondeuse d'Arbin with creamy polenta. Knowing that a tour of the Mont Blanc and its cheeses and the simply irresistible dessert buffet await me afterwards.