Across the valley from Vebier is Burson, an Alpine village so typical that it’s used in scientific studies into mountain life. My visit, however, became anything but ordinary, when I was invited into one of Burson’s quaint houses and invited to lie down in a coffin.
From inside the padded box, I squinted up at the sliver of blue sky just visible through a hole in the ceiling. I was experiencing Kissing the Sun, an interactive art piece that features in the region’s annual PALP arts festival. This year, the festival’s theme is death. “Post-pandemic, we wanted to explore our relationship with mortality,” said festival guide, Loise, as we toured the exhibition.
Under Loise’s tutelage, I penned my own death notice, curated my funeral playlist, and gazed upon a collection of plants that hold lethal secrets (including hemlock, which was eerily familiar from yesterday’s botanical art class).
PALP’s exhibits are housed across the region, often in unexpected places such as Roman amphitheatres, remote mountain passes, vineyards and in private homes like those in Burson. “The idea is to fill all of Valais with life”, explained Loise, as he helped me out of my coffin.
The creative spirit that inspired the region’s exhibitions and festivals can be found on Verbier’s street corners, too. Outside a bar on the town’s main street, I spotted two clothing rails hung with bright vintage garms and printed retro t-shirts. The MagPie Clothing stall is right up my street (within seconds I was pawing a purple mohair cardigan) but it felt at odds with Verbier’s reputation for smart, well-heeled clientele.
According to the stall’s proprietor, Amy Hatten, “Verbier has changed.” Amy came here eight years ago, from her hometown of Slough in the UK. “There was nowhere to buy second-hand clothes in Verbier back then,” she told me, as she graciously accepted my payment for the cardigan in a confusing combination of Euro, Swiss Francs and pounds. “But there’s a real market for vintage here these days.”