Anastasiia K.
Google
From the moment I stepped into the lobby of Villars Palace, I half-expected Hercule Poirot to walk in, adjust his moustache, and announce he was here to solve another elegant mystery. The place has that Agatha Christie atmosphere. Grand, quietly dramatic, alive with stories waiting to be told. The hotel feels like a living organism, breathing history, charm, and a certain old-world intelligence.
We don’t often choose five-star hotels, but when I made the booking two months ago and saw Villars Palace, I fell in love instantly. That feeling only deepened upon arrival. The lobby is stunning. Spacious, full of light, overlooking the Alps. While checking in, we were offered a homemade apple and cinnamon tea. Warm, thoughtful, grounding. Our luggage, which we had left at the hotel as the room wasn’t ready yet, was already waiting for us when we arrived upstairs. Effortless care. We didn’t have to think about a thing.
The room itself was immaculate. Clean, spacious, calm. Instead of a standard minibar or courtesy tray, there was a dedicated room on the floor where you could refill water, make coffee with a proper machine, and choose soft drinks to your taste. A detail I loved. Our balcony overlooked the other side of the mountain, framed by pine trees and complete silence. The kind of quiet that feels rare and precious.
Then came the spa. An experience of a lifetime. You enter with no expectations and leave wondering how you could possibly return to normal life. A serene lounge overlooking the Alps, sauna, hammam, and the final masterpiece: an open-air pool with a mountain view. It’s the kind of place that makes time feel optional.
We finished the day quietly, poetically, back in the lobby, sitting by the fireplace with a cup of tea. The lobby doesn’t want to let you leave. If I could, I would have slept there. Truly.
The next morning unfolded just as beautifully. Breakfast deserves its own chapter. Served in a grand hall that feels closer to a ballroom than a dining room, crowned by a magnificent Christmas tree. I chose to sit beside it, naturally. A gentleman approached me quietly and asked if I needed anything. I casually asked if they happened to have coffee with coconut milk. Five minutes later, it was on my table. No fuss, no performance. Just pure, intuitive hospitality. I tasted a beautiful selection of fruits and cheeses, followed by Florentine eggs on salmon, cooked fresh for guests, and finished with pancakes made moments before they reached the table. Graceful, unhurried, generous.
We stayed only one day, but we cherished every single second. Thank you, Villars Palace, for a stay that felt like stepping into a beautifully written novel.
P.S. If you’re wondering whether you should book it or not, do it. Gift yourself this once-in-a-lifetime experience.
