It was a warm summer night, the kind when the mountains sleep late and the air still carries the echoes of laughter from the day before. But that evening, La Clusaz embraced a luminous silence. The streetlights were turned off, the shop windows were darkened, and the signs were put on standby. The heart of the village went dark, only to shine brighter.
Candles, torches, and lanterns were placed everywhere in the streets, at the tourist office, and by shopkeepers and residents. Far from the glitz and glamour, the mountain was presented in all its simple beauty. Strollers walked between the flickering flames, bathed in the warm, soft light. In the softly lit, pedestrian-only village, people walked more slowly, spoke more softly, and paid more attention to the street art, stages, and entertainment.
An evening like this says a lot about La Clusaz. Here, the mountains don't fade away after the snow; they change in tone and rhythm but not intensity. June, July, and August are the months when the village comes alive: morning hikes, Monday markets, electric bike rides, and aperitifs on the terrace are enjoyed during shared evenings. There's a continuous local social life.
In summer and winter alike, La Clusaz moves, creates, welcomes, and lives. For those who live here year-round, moments like these prove that daily life here is anything but ordinary.
