Fondue Memories
n the 11 days and 850 kilometres that we’ve spent on the road between Geneva and Ticino, we’ve done it all or so it seems. We’ve wound our way through mountain roads to the Alpine resort town of St. Moritz; clambered down into a subterranean cheese grotto in Gstaad; gaped at Chinese tourists walking out of Interlaken’s high-end watch and fashion boutiques with shopping bags in tow; chugged our way up to the
