We won't lie. Flaine is not pretty, unless drab concrete is your bag. But what IS pretty is the first three-star alpine opening from the always brilliant Sibuet group. It is the ultimate antithesis of the resort itself, a blast of sunlight on a grey afternoon, a madly Instagrammable feast of a place. There's Native American art, bright woollen fabrics, semi-indistrial walls, retro arcade games and neon signage. Cheerful is the word. And informal-staff in jeans'n'tess, a cool open-plan restaurant the size of a rugby pitch and a bar that would probably ban you if you were in heels. There-s a buzzy après terrace, an in-house ski workshop and an immense (read sociable) outdoor hot tub. Monochrome bedrooms are simple, comfortable: huge bouncy beds, cowhide wardrobes, roomy balconies with spectacular views of the Grand Massif. A thoroughly modern mountain refuge.