The Third Annual International Day to Bite Me, January 13.
Photo Friday: Human Form


About thirty miles from St. Moritz, in the Swiss Alps, we stumbled on a quiet village.  It had everything; a picturesque town square, great restaurants, a beautiful church, plenty of  ski lifts, and ice-skating on a frozen lake.  But even at the height of the ski season, we saw few crowds.  Master Right and I felt the town could attract many more visitors.  It just has a small marketing problem to solve.


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