For most people, Aspen = skiing, which is a shame because the truth is, the snow that has made this town so famous is just an icy blanket that covers up one of the most spectacularly beautiful mountain villages in the world. I had no idea how glorious Aspen was going to be until I went last summer and fell immediately in love.

In the heart of the Colorado Rockies, Aspen is that rare mix of picture-postcard mountain scenery and a town so pretty and preserved, you feel like you’ve stumbled into an idyll of bygone America, where fast-food chains don’t exist, streets are leafy, Victorian-era wooden houses look like something out of an F Scott Fitzgerald novel, wildflowers grow between cracks on sun-drenched pavements and people say hello when you pass them on the sidewalk. Continue Reading.