Let's go to Lugano this afternoon said Sandra suddenly. We were just finishing lunch one late June Saturday. Since our trip to Magreglio we'd spent several weekends and many evenings and nights together, mostly in my flat. She still lived with her pa in Como. What?' I asked in surprise. Usually, in the afternoons, we would drive to Belaggio to eat cakes, or to Villa Carlotta for a walk in the gardens. "Why should we go to Switzerland?' For a change,' she replied. "Have you ever been? It's not far, you know