Right now every waking moment I’m whimsically wishing I could fly back to Lugano. Last year I lived in Paradiso (literally paradise) and while it was a warped paradise, there was a certain Utopia-ish feel to it- I had a balcony overlooking two countries and an investment banking firm across the street. So Swiss indeed.

This weekend is Blues to Bop, which involves several stages scattered among the piazze and musicians from all over playing rock, gospel, and um, blues. It’s wonderful- we always meander from stage to stage, usually ending the night with a crepe or gelato sold at 1 am by sleepy, slightly cranky vendors.