Zurich Teaser 3

Some cities hit you like a shot of mezcal - smoky, wild, a little dangerous. 

Zürich is not that city. It is a glass of cold Riesling in a $200 decanter, served by someone who’s been trained not to blink.

But come in autumn, and it surprises you.

The tourists thin out. The Limmat River moves slower, like it’s contemplating something. 

The leaves along Bahnhofstrasse turn gold, copper, blood-red. Each one falling like it’s been choreographed. The Swiss do seasons like they do watches: with precision and luxury.