There’s romance in the sense of big city Paris, with it’s Eiffel tower and glittering lights, world-class cuisine and glamorous fashions, then there’s romance in the sense of alpine Switzerland; pockets of snow freckle the mountains, each peak scattered with an abundance of fresh, trickling streams; the backdrop to the dongle of cowbells. Hideaway ski resorts tucked around each corner. Hairpin bends through the fir trees… And we haven’t even got to the Stelvio yet.
