Steve M.
Google
Courchevel Altiport (LFLJ) is not your average runway—it's part landing strip, part luxury parade. Perched like a Bond villain’s driveway in the snowy French Alps, it welcomes jets that gleam brighter than the skiers’ teeth below.
The descent? A downhill slope that gives even seasoned pilots sweaty palms. You don’t land here—you arrive.
Passengers? Mostly the ultra-wealthy doing après-ski with style. If there's a snowflake out of place, someone probably complained from a leather-clad chopper.
Facilities? Minimalist chic: because when you fly private, who needs a food court?
Perfect for those who treat altitude like attitude. Courchevel isn’t showing off—it simply doesn’t know how to be modest.