There’s something about France that keeps pulling me back—the rolling vineyards, the crisp mountain air, the way every corner feels like a postcard begging to be explored. So when I heard about Domaine les Terres Bleues, a new luxury retreat tucked into the Hautes-Vosges, I knew it was a spot I’d need to carve out time for. This isn’t just a getaway; it’s a love letter to slowing down, crafted by Adrien Feltz and Alexia Courtois, a couple who’ve poured their wanderlust into a hectare of pristine wilderness in the Vallée des Lacs.
Picture this: two sleek chalets, each a masterpiece of wood and glass, designed by architect Gérald Klauss and built by Decobois. They’re intimate—just two guests per chalet—blurring the line between inside and out with massive bay windows that frame the Vosges’ rugged beauty. Step onto your private 50m² terrace, sink into the jacuzzi, and let the south-facing views wash over you. Inside, a wood-burning fireplace crackles, a freestanding bathtub beckons, and a king-size bed promises the kind of sleep you only get when the world feels far away. The sensory shower? That’s just the cherry on top.
This place is built for recharge. There’s a heated outdoor pool (May to October), a mirror sauna hidden in the forest, and a natural spring water bath that feels like a secret only you’re in on. Add in yoga sessions, guided hikes, or a countryside picnic, and you’ve got a recipe for unplugging that doesn’t skimp on luxury. It’s the kind of spot where you can sip coffee and spot deer darting through the trees, or just stare at the horizon until your mind quiets down.
The location seals the deal. Gérardmer, with its shimmering glacial lake, is just minutes away—perfect for a 6km stroll around its “thousand reflections.” In winter, the ski slopes of Gérardmer and La Bresse are a quick 10-minute drive, while the Route des Crêtes offers jaw-dropping views year-round. And if you’re like me, dreaming of Alsace’s half-timbered villages and crisp Rieslings, Colmar’s only 45 minutes away.
Domaine les Terres Bleues feels like France distilled—wild, refined, and begging to be savored. I’m already plotting my escape.
