Honestly, I couldn’t find a Wispa or a Twirl anywhere in Grindelwald — just this chocolate called Lindt — and the Swiss seem to have no imagination when it comes to houses. Everywhere you look: wooden chalets. All the same. All very wholesome. The sort of rustic, timeless charm estate agents froth over but which, in …
‘Things can not be bought; you can only live them.’ A plane, a train, an automobile, and finally, an Aperol Spritz on my balcony overlooking the sea in Santa Maria di Castellabate, a concealed ornament sparkling on the Cilento coast within the province of Salerno, one of the most remote and beautiful parts of Campania, …