After spending some intensive months nursing the wounded in a hospital carrying her name, Baroness Maurice de Rothschild took a few days' leave. She called one of her favorite hotels, the Palace at St. Moritz, to ask if there were any Germans there. The manager swore that nothing Teutonic would offend her eyes. Yet the first sight that greeted the Baroness was a
well-known German champagne manufacturer. Mme. la Baronne turned on her heel.
When the Rothschilds are disappointed with a resort, they do not simply patronize another; they create their own. Baroness Maurice embraced a cause with a determination recalling her father-in-law, Edmond, in Palestine. Singlehandedly she developed the village of Megeve into the most chic French winter playground.