Summer

How we live summer in our house:

The fragrance of fresh herbs that flourish on the mountain pastures right behind the hotel that lead up to the mountain peaks
By the sparkling eyes of our cellar master when the new wine has been delivered.
In the friendly rays of sunshine that wake the mountains from their sleep.
From the heady steam above the hot springs. From the starched aprons of our waiters. From the look of concentration on the face of our piano tuner. And by the restless expectancy of our mountain guides and mountain bike experts.