By Everett Potter

It’s safe to say that there is no ski resort quite like the Swiss town of St. Moritz, which looks nothing like the quaint timbered village of Zermatt, the hard-charging resort of Verbier or tranquil Gstaad. St. Moritz rises above the lake of the same name like a compact fairy tale kingdom, but the turrets and towers belong to legendary five-star hotels like the storied Kulm Hotel, the Suvretta House and Badrutt’s Palace, places where champagne is the preferred tipple, Prada, Bogner, and Moncler are what one wears to go skiing, and Rolls Royces are at the ready for a seamless trip to the lifts. Visitors who arrive by train wend their way up the sloping Via Serlas street past a veritable alphabet of 21st-century excess, the Madison Avenue-style emporiums of Armani, Bulgari, Cartier and dozens more.

Every winter, some of the top polo players in the world compete on the frozen Lake St. Moritz in the Snow Polo World Cup St. Moritz. The skijoring races on the ice give it a more egalitarian edge …  continue reading