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The mountain at night

[hotel_sayonara] Aperitivo with the snowcat 

Aperitivo with the snowcat 

Snow changes sound when darkness falls. You board a snowcat, slowly, as the village stays below and the slopes grow quiet. The arrival at the refuge is part of the experience: warm lights, cold air, stars above the Pale. The engine cuts out. An intimate experience begins, perfect for a couple or for those who want to live the mountain away from the usual hours. It is not simply an aperitivo. It is living the mountain.

The mountain at night

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Snow changes sound when darkness falls. You board a snowcat, slowly, as the village stays below and the slopes grow quiet. The arrival at the refuge is part of the experience: warm lights, cold air, stars above the Pale. The engine cuts out. An intimate experience begins, perfect for a couple or for those who want to live the mountain away from the usual hours. It is not simply an aperitivo. It is living the mountain.

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Rome, among the medieval alleys

[continentale] Arco di Riccardo

Arco di Riccardo

 It is unexpected. It suddenly appears, between the houses. The Arco di Riccardo is a Roman trace set into the medieval fabric. Not monumental. Not isolated. Integrated. You pass under it almost distractedly, then stop. The stone tells of a distant time, when Trieste was a Roman colony facing the sea. Around it, the streets are narrow. The houses close together. The modern city flows a few metres away, but here remains a fragment of silent antiquity. Trieste is made of overlays. Everything flows, Heraclitus would say. But nothing is erased.

It is unexpected. It suddenly appears, between the houses. The Arco di Riccardo is a Roman trace set into the medieval fabric. Not monumental. Not isolated. Integrated. You pass under it almost distractedly, then stop. The stone tells of a distant time, when Trieste was a Roman colony facing the sea. Around it, the streets are narrow. The houses close together. The modern city flows a few metres away, but here remains a fragment of silent antiquity. Trieste is made of overlays. Everything flows, Heraclitus would say. But nothing is erased.

Arco di Riccardo

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The image that stays

[hotel_sayonara] Baita Segantini

Baita Segantini

The Baita Segantini is one of the most photographed places in the Dolomites. The small wooden hut looks directly onto the Pale di San Martino, with a small lake that reflects the peaks on clear days. It is a perfect spot for dawn or sunset, when the enrosadira sets the rock ablaze with pink. A few minutes' walk. Then you stop. The panorama is wide, open, almost theatrical. And yet it remains intimate.

The image that stays 

Bring a blanket, a warm thermos, and stay a few minutes longer than planned. The Baita Segantini is one of the most photographed places in the Dolomites. But experiencing it is another thing entirely.

The Baita Segantini is one of the most photographed places in the Dolomites. The small wooden hut looks directly onto the Pale di San Martino, with a small lake that reflects the peaks on clear days. It is a perfect spot for dawn, when the enrosadira sets the rock ablaze with pink. A few minutes' walk. Then you stop. The panorama is wide, open, almost theatrical. And yet it remains intimate. Bring a blanket, a warm thermos, and stay a few minutes longer than planned. The Baita Segantini is one of the most photographed places in the Dolomites. But experiencing it is another thing entirely.

When the Empress changed the face of Trieste

[continentale] Borgo Teresiano

Borgo Teresiano

This is where Trieste became European. Mitteleuropean, to be precise. It was a well-considered urban gesture, a planning regulation before its time. The Borgo Teresiano was born in the eighteenth century at the behest of Maria Theresa of Austria. Orthogonal streets. A central canal. Elegant buildings. The Canal Grande reflects façades and sky. Churches of different faiths coexist a few metres apart. Different languages still intertwine today. Here you stroll without a precise destination. You enter historic shops. You observe architectural details that speak of commerce and openness. It is the neighbourhood that best tells the Mitteleuropean soul of the city. That innate tendency of hers to unite. To reshuffle the cards, as the bora wind does, then return to a perpetual equilibrium. Stabilised, rather than stable. Because the push toward movement has always been the other side of this respectable city.

When the Empress changed the face of Trieste 

This is where Trieste became European. Mitteleuropean, to be precise. It was a well-considered urban gesture, a planning regulation before its time. The Borgo Teresiano was born in the eighteenth century at the behest of Maria Theresa of Austria. Orthogonal streets. A central canal. Elegant buildings. The Canal Grande reflects façades and sky. Churches of different faiths coexist a few metres apart. Different languages still intertwine today. Here you stroll without a precise destination. You enter historic shops. You observe architectural details that speak of commerce and openness. It is the neighbourhood that best tells the Mitteleuropean soul of the city. That innate tendency of hers to unite. To reshuffle the cards, as the bora wind does, then return to a perpetual equilibrium. Stabilised, rather than stable. Because the push toward movement has always been the other side of this respectable city.

Since 1839 it has looked out over Piazza Unità d'Italia and, together, kept its memory

[continentale] Caffè degli Specchi

Since 1839 it has looked out over Piazza Unità d'Italia and, together, kept its memory.

Caffè degli Specchi

There are places that observe the city. And others that remember it. The Caffè degli Specchi does both. Since 1839 it has looked out over Piazza Unità d'Italia and, together, kept its memory. To sit here means to enter a different rhythm. The square stays wide, luminous, almost theatrical. Inside, instead, the light becomes softer. The mirrors multiply the reflections, voices drop, the marble of the tabletops holds the gesture of those who stopped here before. Trieste is port. Border. Passage. The Caffè degli Specchi is a pause. Here coffee is not simply a drink. It is a measured interval. A pause with a precise shape: the small cup, the teaspoon grazing the porcelain, the gaze slipping toward the sea. It was a meeting place for intellectuals and merchants, for officers and travellers. No introductions were needed. You simply had to be there. Today you still walk in without hurry. You choose whether to stay inside, among the stucco and Habsburg memory, or outside, with the square breathing before your eyes. The wind can rise suddenly. The light change in a few minutes. But Trieste is like that. Unpredictable, certainly, but never excessive.

In Trieste, coffee flows through its streets. 

There are places that observe the city. And others that remember it. The Caffè degli Specchi does both. Since 1839 it has looked out over Piazza Unità d'Italia and, together, kept its memory. To sit here means to enter a different rhythm. The square stays wide, luminous, almost theatrical. Inside, instead, the light becomes softer. The mirrors multiply the reflections, voices drop, the marble of the tabletops holds the gesture of those who stopped here before. Trieste is port. Border. Passage. The Caffè degli Specchi is a pause. Here coffee is not simply a drink. It is a measured interval. A pause with a precise shape: the small cup, the teaspoon grazing the porcelain, the gaze slipping toward the sea. It was a meeting place for intellectuals and merchants, for officers and travellers. No introductions were needed. You simply had to be there. Today you still walk in without hurry. You choose whether to stay inside, among the stucco and Habsburg memory, or outside, with the square breathing before your eyes. The wind can rise suddenly. The light change in a few minutes. But Trieste is like that. Unpredictable, certainly, but never excessive.

The oldest in the city

[continentale] Caffè Tommaseo

Caffè Tommaseo

There is a place in Trieste where you sense the importance of the weight of the past without needing to be reminded of it. You simply feel it as you walk in. The Caffè Tommaseo is the oldest in the city. Since 1830 it has occupied the centre naturally, steps from the sea and from Piazza Unità d'Italia. The interior holds sober lines, details that speak a nineteenth-century language, never ostentatious. Mirrors reflect slow movements. The bar is a fixed point. Light filters through the glass with a precise calm. Trieste, here, shows itself in its most gathered form. The Tommaseo has been a meeting place for writers, merchants, men of the sea. But its history does not weigh on the shoulders. It is light. It continues, and every day renews itself in the simple gesture of those who enter for their morning coffee. Or an aperitivo on the outdoor terrace when the sea horizon takes on a faint red. The city stays in the background, but always present, between its Habsburg façades and the sea wind. It can be sensed in the quiet conversation, the newspapers being leafed through, the exchange of glances between regulars who do not need words.

The oldest in the city.

There is a place in Trieste where you sense the importance of the weight of the past without needing to be reminded of it. You simply feel it as you walk in. The Caffè Tommaseo is the oldest in the city. Since 1830 it has occupied the centre naturally, steps from the sea and from Piazza Unità d'Italia. The interior holds sober lines, details that speak a nineteenth-century language, never ostentatious. Mirrors reflect slow movements. The bar is a fixed point. Light filters through the glass with a precise calm. Trieste, here, shows itself in its most gathered form. The Tommaseo has been a meeting place for writers, merchants, men of the sea. But its history does not weigh on the shoulders. It is light. It continues, and every day renews itself in the simple gesture of those who enter for their morning coffee. Or an aperitivo on the outdoor terrace when the sea horizon takes on a faint red. The city stays in the background, but always present, between its Habsburg façades and the sea wind. It can be sensed in the quiet conversation, the newspapers being leafed through, the exchange of glances between regulars who do not need words.

The mirror of the Pale

[hotel_sayonara] Calaita Lake

Calaita Lake

A contained stretch of water, essential. Not vast. Not ostentatiously theatrical. But capable of stopping the gaze. We are in the Valle di Primiero: here the mountain is not only altitude. It is constant presence.

The Calaita Lake opens like this, between dense forests and sudden clearings, at the foot of the Pale di San Martino. 

The road that leads to the lake winds through firs and larches. Gentle bends. Silence. The air grows cooler as you climb. There is no hurry. The Calaita Lake is easily reached by car, but the last stretch deserves to be walked slowly. Because the arrival is not sudden. It is gradual. First a reflection between the trees. Then the whole expanse of water. The lake has artificial origins, born from the damming of the Lozen stream. But nature has integrated it effortlessly. The grassy banks blur into the forest. The mountains reflect in the water with an almost graphic precision. And when the Pale turn pink at sunset, the lake becomes a living surface.

A lake to reach slowly

It is not a place to consume in a hurry. You walk along the banks. You choose a viewpoint and you stay. The path is simple, accessible, suited to those looking for a relaxed walk immersed in the Dolomite landscape. In summer the meadow invites you to stop. A book. A blanket. The scent of wood and cut grass. In autumn the colours become more intense: yellows, oranges, deep greens that reflect in the still water. In winter everything changes again. Snow muffles the sounds. The lake freezes. Silence becomes almost total. The Calaita Lake is like this: it changes, but stays true to itself.

What to do at Lago di Calaita

The Pale di San Martino dominate the horizon with sharp profiles. Vertical peaks. Clear walls. A landscape that alternates between softness and grandeur. The calm water amplifies the verticality of the rock. The sky multiplies. The light spreads. For those who love photography, the Calaita Lake is one of the most evocative viewpoints in the Primiero area.

The Pale di San Martino as backdrop

The mountains reflect themselves, oblivious narcissists.

A simple walk leads to this alpine lake that reflects the Pale di San Martino like a perfect mirror. The water is still, the mountains doubled. And time stops. It is one of the most photographed places in the area, and yet it remains surprisingly intimate. Perfect for a quiet picnic, a pause in the sun, waiting for the sunset. When the sky lights up pink, the lake changes colour. And you understand why you made the climb. Easy to reach even with a family, it is the ideal choice for those seeking a panoramic excursion without technical difficulty. A simple place. And for that reason, unforgettable.

Lago di Calaita

The white pearl of Trieste

[continentale] Castello di Miramare

There is a point in Trieste where stone becomes light. And the sea is no longer just sea, but a mirror. The Castello di Miramare appears like this. Sudden. White. Suspended above the Adriatic like an elegant, regal thought. Imperial.

Castello di Miramare

It was desired by Maximilian I of Mexico, Archduke of Austria. A cultivated man. Restless. More fascinated by the horizon than by power. He arrived in Trieste when the city was the port of the Empire. A threshold between worlds. A place where languages mixed like the wind. He chose this promontory overlooking the water to build his home. Not a fortress. A house. Miramare is born like this: from an intimate, almost romantic idea. An elegant refuge, designed to look far. Here architecture speaks with the sea. The first impression is one of balance. Slender turrets. Thin merlons. Windows that seem to frame the horizon. The white of Istrian stone lights up in the sun and cools in the bora. Inside, the private rooms tell of a life suspended between study and contemplation. Dark wood bookshelves. Nautical maps. Objects gathered during journeys that speak of routes and discoveries.

A castle born from desire 

Around the castle extends a park of over twenty hectares. It is not a decorative garden. It is a landscape built with patience. Botanical species from all over the world coexist with Mediterranean vegetation. Cedars. Cypresses. Palms. Maritime pines. The paths open onto sudden glimpses. A balustrade. A panoramic point. A hidden bench. Walking here means slowing down. The noise of the city dissolves. What remains is the sound of water beneath the cliff. In spring, the green is brilliant. In autumn, everything becomes deeper. In winter, when the bora blows hard, the castle seems even more sharply defined, as if etched into the sky.

The gardens: the gem of the UNESCO heritage 

Every hour of the day changes the perception. Early in the morning the light is clear, almost liquid. The white of the castle blends with the blue. You breathe space. In the afternoon the sun draws sharp shadows. The towers lengthen. The sea grows darker. At sunset everything turns golden. The surfaces warm. The Adriatic reflects the sky like moving velvet. And then there is the wind. The bora, in Trieste, is not a climatic detail. It is identity. When it blows, the castle appears even more resolute. As if the air itself were defining its outlines. The Castello di Miramare is a few kilometres from the centre. The route follows the sea. It is already part of the experience. Trieste, seen from here, appears gathered. Elegant. With its profile alternating domes and Habsburg palaces. Miramare teaches that beauty can be composed. Measured. Without excess. Just like the city that hosts it, after all.

When to visit it 

The Castello di Miramare appears like this. Sudden. White. Suspended above the Adriatic like an elegant, regal thought. Imperial.

The Guardian of Trieste

[continentale] Castello di San Giusto

Castello di San Giusto

Trieste, from above, appears gathered, compact. Almost intimate. The Castello di San Giusto has dominated the hill for centuries. First it was a Roman fortification, then a Venetian and Habsburg fortress. Overlapping layers, like the history of the city. When you climb up here, a change of perspective is inevitable: the streets become narrower, no elegantly bourgeois façades. The wind returns as protagonist and you understand that this has always been the essence of the city. From the walls the gaze takes in the port, the Karst, the open sea. You sense the strategic position of Trieste, its being a bridge between worlds. Inside the castle the rooms tell of different eras. Arms, inscriptions, Roman traces. But it is outside, on the terraces, that you truly understand. Trieste is never only what it shows at street level. It needs height. And depth.

The Guardian of Trieste

Trieste, from above, appears gathered, compact. Almost intimate. The Castello di San Giusto has dominated the hill for centuries. First it was a Roman fortification, then a Venetian and Habsburg fortress. Overlapping layers, like the history of the city. When you climb up here, a change of perspective is inevitable: the streets become narrower, no elegantly bourgeois façades. The wind returns as protagonist and you understand that this has always been the essence of the city. From the walls the gaze takes in the port, the Karst, the open sea. You sense the strategic position of Trieste, its being a bridge between worlds. Inside the castle the rooms tell of different eras. Arms, inscriptions, Roman traces. But it is outside, on the terraces, that you truly understand. Trieste is never only what it shows at street level. It needs height. And depth.

A ritual with its own vocabulary and its university

[continentale] Coffee in Trieste

Coffee in Trieste 

The Università del Caffè illy was created to deepen what is here a rooted habit. Not a simple tasting, but a conscious journey: from the plant to the cup. The varieties are observed. The beans are touched. The roasting is understood. The scent changes with every step. More intense. More rounded. More subtle. Then comes the tasting. As a technical gesture. The aroma, acidity and body are analysed. Nuances are discovered that normally remain invisible. Coffee becomes living matter. Trieste built part of its identity on this product. A free port for coffee, a crossroads of imports and expertise. The experience at the University allows you to read this story through the senses. At the end, the cup is no longer just a pause. It is knowledge. With a good spoonful of hedonism, ça va sans dire.

In Trieste, coffee is everyday vocabulary. But it is also technical culture.

In Trieste, coffee is everyday vocabulary. But it is also technical culture. The Università del Caffè illy was created to deepen what is here a rooted habit. Not a simple tasting, but a conscious journey: from the plant to the cup. The varieties are observed. The beans are touched. The roasting is understood. The scent changes with every step. More intense. More rounded. More subtle. Then comes the tasting. As a technical gesture. The aroma, acidity and body are analysed. Nuances are discovered that normally remain invisible. Coffee becomes living matter. Trieste built part of its identity on this product. A free port for coffee, a crossroads of imports and expertise. The experience at the University allows you to read this story through the senses. At the end, the cup is no longer just a pause. It is knowledge. With a good spoonful of hedonism, ça va sans dire.

Coffee in Trieste

Water and silence at altitude

[hotel_sayonara] Colbricon Lakes

Laghetti di Colbricon

From the Passo Rolle begins one of the most iconic treks in the area. The path leads to the Laghetti di Colbricon, two stretches of water set among rocks and high-altitude meadows. The ascent is gentle, the panorama opening with every step. Once at the top, the landscape changes. Still water. Clear rock. A vast, wide sky.

Water and silence 

You sit on the grass, watch the reflections, listen to the wind. A short distance away, the Rifugio Colbricon offers a warm pause before the descent. It is a perfect excursion for those who love walking without hurry, with their gaze always turned toward the peaks. Nothing more is needed. Just time. And you are here for exactly that. 

From the Passo Rolle begins one of the most iconic treks in the area. The path leads to the Laghetti di Colbricon, two stretches of water set among rocks and high-altitude meadows. The ascent is gentle, the panorama opening with every step. Once at the top, the landscape changes. Still water. Clear rock. A vast, wide sky. You sit on the grass, watch the reflections, listen to the wind. A short distance away, the Rifugio Colbricon offers a warm pause before the descent. It is a perfect excursion for those who love walking without hurry, with their gaze always turned toward the peaks. Nothing more is needed. Just time. And you are here for exactly that.

Colbricon Lakes

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Conero, il monte sul mare

Pale stone above the sea

[hotel_seeport] Duomo di San Ciriaco

Pale stone above the sea

Duomo di San Ciriaco

The Duomo di San Ciriaco commands Ancona from the Guasco hill, the highest and oldest point of the city. Here stood the Greek acropolis. Then a temple to Aphrodite. Then an early Christian basilica. The current cathedral, consecrated in 1189, rises above these layers, fusing Romanesque forms with Byzantine influences into something compact, essential. The façade in Conero stone is restrained. A portico supported by lion-bearing columns introduces the interior. The central rose window filters light with discretion. Nothing is excessive. The forecourt is already a panorama. The port opens below, the quays laid out like thin lines, the Conero headland closing the horizon. For centuries this cathedral was a reference point for sailors. A fixed mark visible from the sea, before it was ever a place of worship. Inside, the space is gathered but solemn. The Greek-cross plan is covered by a twelve-sided dome that lightens the whole. The columns come from earlier Roman buildings. The crypt holds the relics of San Ciriaco, patron of the city, and the Blessed Giana. Over the centuries the Duomo has endured restorations, seismic damage, conservation work. And yet it holds a rare coherence. From here the whole geography reveals itself: the port, the hills, the line of the Conero. The Duomo is not only a religious monument. It is a point of orientation. It is roots. Ancona, seen from San Ciriaco, appears for what it is: a city suspended between stone and water.

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Travel notes for those who want to discover Le Marche, one day at a time.

[hotel_seeport] Emotions between wines and villages 

Travel notes for those who want to discover Le Marche, one day at a time.

Emotions between wines and villages 

Our Sommelier Roberto Cecchetti has put together itineraries that reveal their truest magic when you arrive in the right mood. Because Le Marche really does have a village and a wine for every state of mind.

Harvest time. Time to gather what the land has quietly been preparing. 

Beyond the coast's spell, the soft hills of the interior open their arms. Among them, Camerano, with its caves carved into sandstone. A labyrinthine, mysterious world beneath the city streets, where Templar symbols, Masonic legends, pagan temples and partisan stories are all woven together. A parallel dimension of extraordinary power.

Wandering through the villages

Azienda Agricola Moroder (Località Monteacuto, 60129 Montacuto AN)

A long tradition. A family tradition, handed down from generation to generation since 1837. Love for the land and the territory has made the Moroder family a quiet point of reference for those who want to experience the true soul of the Conero.

The winery 

The sea breeze rules here. It caresses the chalky soil. The coast shifts from sandy to rocky, rising until it becomes a mountain: Monte Conero, with its esoteric charge. It is on the sinuous surrounding hills, at altitudes between 180 and 230 metres, facing south and south-east, that the vineyards frame Ancona's guardian.

The Terroir

Rosso Conero Riserva DOCG "DORICO" - Bold Elegance  -

The ruby, par excellence. Close your eyes: wild cherry, plum, blackberry, forest fruits, slowly giving way to liquorice, leather and tobacco. A pioneer. The first Marche wine, in 1988, to receive three glasses from Gambero Rosso.

The wine

Mood: enveloping

Named by UNESCO as a Creative City for Crafts and Folk Arts, Fabriano is known for its paper-making tradition and the watermarking of sheets, an invention introduced by its master papermakers in the second half of the 13th century. Don't miss Piazza del Comune, with the Palazzo del Podestà and the Loggiato di San Francesco, where the air still carries the quiet mood of a Marche village.

Belisario (Via A. Merloni, 12, 62064 Matelica MC)

Founded in 1971, it is the largest producer of Verdicchio di Matelica DOC. All its vineyards are within ten minutes of the winery. Each label has its own reference vineyard.

The winery

The cool night winds of the Alta Valle Esina, combined with excellent sun exposure during the day, create unique temperature shifts that build a deep reserve of aromas, fine acidity, and perfectly ripened clusters.

Verdicchio di Matelica DOCG Riserva "Cambrugiano" - Persuasive Vibrations -

Close your eyes: flowers, a whisper of vanilla. Its savouriness stays in perfect balance. There is the quiet force of the hinterland here, and its softness only reveals itself to those willing to wait.

Mood: soft but sharp 

One of the most lively towns on the coast. A rich past that begins with the Gauls, who made it their capital on the peninsula. It reached its height under the Malatesta and Della Rovere families, to whom we owe the Rocca, still in remarkable condition. The Foro Annonario, with its circular neoclassical arcade, is the beating heart of the daily market: fruit, vegetables, fish, voices.

Santa Barbara (Borgo Mazzini, 35, 60010 Barbara AN)

Ambassadors of Marche wine around the world, where passion meets vision, the Santa Barbara winery is housed inside an ancient monastery at the heart of the medieval village of Barbara.

On the hills of Barbara toward Serra de’ Conti, Montecarotto, Arcevia and up to Morro d'Alba and Cupramontana, the clayey, water-rich soils host vineyards on a strip of land held between the Adriatic to the east and the Apennines to the west. With vines between 25 and 40 years old, the rows yield wines of great depth from both native and international grape varieties.

Merlot "Mossone" - Velvety Presence -

A warm wine. Close your eyes: blackberry, liquorice, vanilla, coffee and chocolate. The smell of a fire lit in an autumn house, raising a glass to the silent leaves falling lightly outside.

Mood: longing for home

Birthplace of the great Emperor Frederick II, Jesi is a real gem, defined by its 15th-century city walls by the celebrated military architect Francesco di Giorgio Martini, who also designed the Palazzo della Signoria. Renowned for its many palaces where Renaissance and Rococo coexist side by side, the town is also celebrated for its cultural life, centred on the Teatro Pergolesi and the Pinacoteca Civica di Palazzo Pianetti, with its breathtaking stucco gallery and works by Lorenzo Lotto.

Colonnara (Via Mandriole, 6, 60034 Cupramontana AN)

Founded in 1959 in Cupramontana, the Verdicchio capital since 1939, it now counts over a hundred member winegrowers who have spent decades tending their vines with care and rigour. It produces all the main regional DOC wines.

The historic vineyards lie on the right bank of the Esino river, across the gently sloping, well-exposed hillsides of Cupramontana, Apiro, Staffolo and San Paolo di Jesi. At an average altitude of 450 metres above sea level, the grapes arrive at harvest in perfect condition.

Ubaldo Rosi Brut Metodo Classico Millesimato Riserva Verdicchio DOC  - Absolute Nobility -

Close your eyes: bread crust, with echoes of bay leaf and almond blossom. The lightness of silk.

Mood: regal

We are here to help you live something you won't forget, following your instincts. To guide you through the wonders of Le Marche, whether that means food, wine, villages or landscapes, and to point you toward the hidden corners that don't appear on any map. Tell us what you're looking for. We will build something for you. With you. Around you.

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Harvest time. Time to gather the fruits of patient work, to surrender to the scents and sensations of this land and let it speak to you in your own language. Our Sommelier Roberto Cecchetti has put together a series of itineraries that reveal their truest magic when you arrive in the right mood. Because yes, Le Marche really does have a village and a wine for every state of mind.

The mountain that remembers

[hotel_sayonara] Fortini della Cavallazza

La montagna che ricorda

Fortini della Cavallazza

During the First World War this ridge marked the border between the Kingdom of Italy and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The still-visible trenches and fortifications tell of a different mountain: harsh, strategic, exposed. You walk among the remains of military positions, passageways cut into the rock, observation points that look far into the distance. The route is accessible to hikers with a basic level of fitness. This panoramic trek is an open-air museum, where nature has slowly covered the wounds of history. Here the mountain is not just beauty. It is also narrative. And memory.

Above the Passo Rolle, at 2,324 metres, the Cavallazza dominates the panorama over the Pale di San Martino. Where today there is silence, there was once a front. 

Above the Passo Rolle, at 2,324 metres, the Cavallazza dominates the panorama over the Pale di San Martino. Where today there is silence, there was once a front. During the First World War this ridge marked the border between the Kingdom of Italy and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The still-visible trenches and fortifications tell of a different mountain: harsh, strategic, exposed. You walk among the remains of military positions, passageways cut into the rock, observation points that look far into the distance. The route is accessible to hikers with a basic level of fitness. This panoramic trek is an open-air museum, where nature has slowly covered the wounds of history. Here the mountain is not just beauty. It is also narrative. And memory.

Titian and Crivelli, right in the city centre

[hotel_seeport] Francesco Podesti Civic Gallery

The Pinacoteca Civica Francesco Podesti holds works that tell the story of Le Marche, and beyond. Paintings from the Middle Ages to the 19th century, altarpieces, luminous canvases, portraits. Far from overwhelming, this is a niche museum, in every sense. Its rooms invite a slow visit: from gilded Gothic panels to 15th-century polyptychs, from Renaissance altarpieces to neoclassical and Romantic painting. Among its treasures are key works of the Venetian and Marche Renaissance: from Titian's monumental Pala Gozzi, one of the master's earliest signed works, to Carlo Crivelli's Madonna and Child, Lorenzo Lotto's Sacra Conversazione, and the intense colours of Guercino. And then there is Francesco Podesti himself, to whom the gallery is dedicated. A 19th-century painter from Ancona, a leading figure in Italian historical purism. His works carry a narrative, learned quality, deeply tied to the cultural climate of his time.

Francesco Podesti Civic Gallery 

[hotel_seeport] Grotte del Passetto

Grotte del Passetto

The Grotte del Passetto open at the base of the cliff, beneath the Passetto neighbourhood. Small shelters carved into the rock, coloured doors facing directly onto the Adriatic. It is the grottaroli who shaped them over time. Fishermen, men of the sea, quiet custodians of a tradition that never sought the spotlight. Every grotto is different. Some stripped bare. Others attended to in every detail. Wood, nets, boats hauled out of the water.

A way of life.

There is no elegant promenade. Just cliff, wind, salt settling on every surface. The city stays up above, distant. Down here, the relationship with the water is direct. The grottos are not a constructed attraction. They are adaptation. The practical intelligence of seafaring people, passed quietly down through the generations.

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