Today I’m taking you along with me to Chiavenna, a beautiful Italian valley on the way to St Moritz, and one with easily some of the prettiest alleyways I have ever seen!
First stop was a milk vending machine- I’ve been hooked on these ever since I first tried milk from one in Annecy 😂 We have them a lot in Switzerland, and many other European countries- France, Czech Republic, Italy and even England have them too! So there I was, having bought who knows how many bottles ready to be filled, inserting my money into the machine… when it refused to take it in! 😭 So no milk tea for me 😉😂
I understand most of the readers here didn’t come to hear about my milk adventures in Italy 😉 If you did though, don’t worry, as there is plenty of unique valley cheeses to be found in one of the charming little stone shops that line the colourful streets 😉
As soon as I started walking down one stunning alley, I soon found myself in another one- each with its own unique character. Driving down the picturesque route through the mountains only an hour before, never would I have guessed what awaited me in the valley.
Que stone-made stores, some painted with baby colours, each as sweet as the next; step inside one of the food stores and it’s a different experience, dazzled by all the different fruits, truffle products and traditional pastries to be found, including easily one of the strangest things I’ve seen- black salt! 😂 Soon after black salt came black bread, but that’s for another post ;))
The streets eventually open up to a beautiful bridge, a place where as you gaze across at the stream of water passing noislessly below, the breeze plays lightly with your clothes, and the sun shines all the while. In the distance, mountains can be seen, their green and blue colours adding a special touch to the stunning scenery.
I drift off towards the city centre, following the trail of cyclists moving down towards the main square, where flowers decorate the gelato stores that line the roads. 2 hours of star-eyed exploring and maybe 50 shops later, I return to the bridge to watch the sun set. (not an easy return journey though, it was pretty long because of my inability to miss a single store even though I’d already bought from them! They were all just so incredible, with their glittery shoes and enormous cheese and bakery counters alike; finally, extreme measures were taken and I had to be dragged away) 😂🙈
Coming to the bridge though, I could feel my pace slow down as I stood, hands resting lightly on the warm wooden rail, watching the river-view change before my eyes, the last rays of sunlight reaching out to stroke the coloured buildings before they withdrew away. The air was warm, and the sky was blue. I think I lost myself in that extraordinarily dreamy moment; it was one I couldn’t quite believe ever happened.