Imagine a privileged spot, apparently endowed by Nature with all she has to give. For nowhere else can you find more brilliant contrasts gathered together in such a confined space. Surround on all sides by a majestic belt of mountains the perks of which are covered in eternal snows, the Happy Valley spreads out under a limpid sky its smiling countryside, its wooded slopes, its fine plains and its charming vales through which run a multitude of streams and torrents, babbling along peacefully or dashing from boulder to boulder, its transparent lakes, its villages and its roads lined with the tall silhouettes of silver poplars