Ouverture prévue en décembre 2021.

Dans l’optique de préserver l’intégrité écologique et la beauté intrinsèque du site, Club Med Québec Charlevoix souhaite notamment obtenir la certification Green Globe, une homologation décernée lorsque les activités quotidiennes répondent aux normes écologique les plus strictes. Par ailleurs, le Village s’associera à Solucycle, une entreprise spécialisée dans la gestion des résidus alimentaires, afin de réduire son empreinte environnementale et de mettre en œuvre un système durable qui transforme les déchets en énergie verte ou en engrais de compostage.

Club Med Québec Charlevoix vise également l’obtention d’un certificat de construction BREEAM (Building Research Establishment Environmental Assessment Method), témoignant de la résolution des équipes à réduire au minimum son impact écologique. Les bâtiments du Village sont ainsi conçus pour consommer le moins d’énergie possible.

Henri Giscard d’Estaing

Un géant chinois plus présent en sol québécois

Les investissements mondiaux de Fosun, dont les revenus ont totalisé 26 milliards $ en 2019, gravitent autour de trois axes : la « santé » (industrie pharmaceutique, services médicaux), le « bonheur » (tourisme, consommation) et la « richesse » (assurances, placements).

Depuis 2015, c’est Fosun qui possède et contrôle notamment le Club Med, impliqué dans un projet avec le Groupe Le Massif dans Charlevoix.

En raison de la pandémie, mais pas uniquement, les projets où Fosun a des intérêts au Québec connaissent des difficultés. Malgré les profits de leur actionnaire, ils sont à la recherche d’aides de l’État.

Dès janvier, une pétition circulait pour qu’on cesse d’abreuver en fonds publics le Club Med dans Charlevoix. Québec et Ottawa ont déjà injecté plus de 142 millions $ autour du Massif en dix ans,

• Revenus en 2019 : 26 milliards $ (142 milliards de yuans) (+ 31 %)   
• Profits en 2019 : 2,8 milliards $ (14,8 milliards de yuans) (+ 10,4 %)   
• Capitalisation boursière : 119 milliards $   
• Quelques investissements : Club Med, Cirque du soleil, Tsingtao Brewery, Fosun Pharma, Lanvin, Peak Reinsurance

Le Club Med de Charlevoix encore une fois rappelé à l’ordre

Des travaux de déboisement, de dynamitage, de remblai et de déblai avaient entraîné le rejet de sable dans un cours d’eau et le domaine skiable avait été agrandi sans autorisation du ministre.

Le Club Med à Fosun : statu quo pour le village des neiges

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At a Club Med Ski Resort, Learning to Love the Apéro

by AMY VIRSHUP

The New York Times, December 4, 2022

My superior family room cost about $2,300 for two people for three nights of ski-in, ski-out accommodations, a ski locker, all meals and drinks and daily lessons if we wanted them. The lodging itself is shipshape, with a bedroom that fit a queen-size bed and not much else, a smaller room with two twin beds, a bathroom with a sink and a tub/shower, and a separate toilet. (“We’ve done a lot of surveys,” Ms. Doyon said. “The bathroom is important.”)A suite at Club Med Québec Charlevoix. The design of the rooms reflects a kind of whimsical Ikea-style modernism.Credit…Eugen Sakhnenko for The New York TimesA bathroom in one of the resort’s suites.Credit…Eugen Sakhnenko for The New York Times

The design is a kind of whimsical Ikea-style modernism: In the hallways, lights over the room doors are shaped like bird houses; some chairs look like they’ve been borrowed from chairlifts, while others might be canoes. Kleenex boxes resemble houses. The main restaurant, Le Marché, borrows design elements from the landscape of Québec, evoking fishing boats, fields of wheat and stores of wood for fires, and there are clever trompe l’oeil photographs that turn a wall into what looks like the interior of a Québécois farmhouse.

My friend Julie and I arrived between the end of the ski day and the start of dinner. Canada had only recently relaxed its Covid regulations and guests were taking advantage of the freedom, arriving straight from the pool in terry cloth robes and Crocs and carrying drinks from the bar to big communal tables. The kids running around and challenging each other at Ping-Pong made it feel like we’d wandered into the tail end of a bar mitzvah.The well-stocked ski and snowboard rental area is part of the resort’s central building.Credit…Eugen Sakhnenko for The New York Times

After getting ourselves outfitted with ski equipment and storing it in our locker, we decided to try the resort’s skating rink. I had visions of myself as Sonja Henie gliding under the lights, only to find the rink was a sad, unshoveled rectangle, with ice that was pitted and rough under our skates. Maybe we would be better off inside.

By that point, Le Marché had opened, with stations offering steak, grilled fish, pizza and plain pastas to which you could add your chosen sauce, small salads, smoked local salmon, a bean soup, desserts like a Saint Honoré tart, raspberry coulis with meringue. Waiters roamed the room pouring red or white wine.

And it was snowing. In fact, it was still snowing the next morning, with no sign of stopping. And Le Massif’s gondola was just out the back door. Time to ski.

The mountain naturally divides itself into three sections, with a corridor of blues in the center, some nice gladed bumps to the east, and long, steep black and double-black runs to the west. I quickly fell in love with the tree skiing, bouncing down a slope named for the Canadian Olympic snowboarder Dominique Maltais and hunting out powder among the trees on L’Archipel and La Derive. I was having so much fun I didn’t bother to head back to the resort for lunch with Julie, instead making do with a granola bar from one of the on-mountain restaurants and skiing straight through till the lifts closed at 4 p.m.

Usually on a ski vacation the ensuing hours would be filled with a soak in the hot tub followed by either cooking dinner or going out to eat, before falling into bed. Club Med had its own rhythms. First, as skiers came in for the day, starting around 3:30, there was the Après, a spread of sweets laid out in the main hall. That was followed a bit later by the Apéro of meats, cheeses, crudités and dips. While these — and drinks — were being served, on the theater stage there were singers followed by, perhaps, a child-oriented circus show. There was more adult entertainment later, but I didn’t stay up long enough to watch it.

I did visit the indoor pool and the small outdoor hot tub. In it, a woman with a cast on her arm tried to keep it out of the bubbling water. Had she hurt herself on the slopes? No, in fact, she said, she’d fallen on the skating rink.

The next morning I joined a group of intermediate to advanced skiers for a lesson. It was unlike any I have had in the United States. Jack, our instructor, did not chat with his students on the chairlift. In fact, he didn’t even sit with us. At the top of the mountain he’d speak about a technique to think about: Where were we initiating our turns? What part of our foot was most in contact with the snow? Then we’d ski straight down to the bottom and ride the lift up again, without any commentary on our performance.Skiers line up at the gondola, which is conveniently close to the resort.

Jack’s silent approach left us to talk among ourselves and I struck up a conversation with Michelle Taggart and Alex Wilson, both 41, who were visiting the Club Med with their three daughters. Ms. Taggart told me she thought the hotel still had “some kinks to work out.” Later she said they’d had a somewhat mixed experience. “The skiing was fabulous,” she said. “The lockers, the quality of the mountain. I would go back to ski.” But things like being left to deal with their own luggage at check-in and the lack of activities for children who weren’t keen on skiing, like her youngest daughter, made the value-for-money proposition a little less true.

I had arranged to meet Julie back at the Club Med for lunch. Coming in I was greeted by Club Med staffers in My Little Pony costumes dancing to disco music and serving coffee spiked with Tia Maria, which was another new experience for me.A cook prepares a fish option as part of the meal at Le Marché. Credit…Eugen Sakhnenko for The New York Times

From the lunch buffet I got salmon with arugula, a beet salad with orange and feta, and grilled vegetables. I finished up with a cookie and a pecan tart. Compared to the cheeseburger wrapped in foil and kept under a heat lamp that I’d eaten the last time I went skiing, it was downright luxurious.

Through the resort windows that night we could see family-size S.U.V.s with luggage pods on top rolling in, backing up along the driveway to Charlevoix’s front entrance. It was spring break in Ontario and the families were flowing in. The pace picked up at the ski school desk. At dinner, Le Marché was buzzing.

The next morning, a flood tide of parents and children washed over the kids’ area, with families backed up out the door. In Le Marché, which offers a view of the river, the sun shining off the St. Lawrence was dazzling. Though we were checking out that day, we could stay and ski until 3 p.m., so I headed back out to the slopes. By that point, the powder from our first day of skiing was long since tracked out, but the sunshine and the blue of the river was its own reward.

Riding the chairlift on my own, I struck up conversations with longtime Charlevoix skiers, some of whom remembered the days when, instead of lifts, the resort had a bus that took you from the bottom back to the top. They told me how charming the nearby towns were, including Baie-St.-Paul, known for its arts scene. I regretted that we hadn’t jumped in the car one night and visited.

But then we would have missed the Après and the Apéro. We might have signed up for one of the nighttime excursions, like riding sleds down the mountain, but frankly that seemed terrifying. We did try to sit by the firepits outside, but getting someone to light them proved a challenge. Then it got dark in the mountains, and cold. The food was good and plentiful. The drinks were free.

It turned out to be true that everything was inside.

Except for the skiing.