Slow mornings by the Ligurian shore
I came to the bay planning to do one big supermarket run a week. Instead, I found myself at the open-air market every Tuesday, empty-handed, letting the vendors decide. Here's what changed—and how you can shop like you live here, too.
Forget the spreadsheet itinerary. Between Camogli, San Fruttuoso, and the Cinque Terre, the ferry timetable is the only plan you need — and honestly, the best one.
Every night around seven, the whole town shows up and walks nowhere in particular. After a month of joining the passeggiata around our bay, I've stopped apologizing for it—and started wondering why we never imported it.
After a week of people-watching at the bagni along the Ligurian shore, the local beach uniform reveals itself: linen, espadrilles, and an almost militant elegance. Here's what to pack—and the five items the bay would rather you left in your suitcase.
Every pastel facade and striped awning in the bay exists because a committee of neighbors said yes. A look at preservation-by-consensus, and why American beach towns keep getting it wrong.
Thin walls, 7am bells, and a nonna who treats your breakfast order as a negotiation. Here's how to book a family-run room in Liguria, survive the quirks, and never look at a hotel the same way.
The tour buses leave, the sea is at its warmest, and the town stops performing and starts living. If you're planning a Ligurian coast trip, September and October aren't the consolation prize—they're the real thing.
Every facade in the bay seems to argue with the one next door—coral against cobalt, ochre against rose. It turns out the rainbow isn't whimsy. It's memory, maritime law, and a very Italian stubbornness about beauty.
We treat eating solo like a problem to be solved with a phone and a quick bite. In Liguria, a table for one is just a table. Here's the case for reclaiming the solo meal—on vacation and back home.
Long before the first beach umbrella opens, the bay is already at work—and at its most beautiful. Here's what happens in a Ligurian village between 5 and 8 a.m., and how to be there for it.
Strip away the fancy trattorias and Ligurian cooking comes down to a humble trinity: salt-cured anchovies, intensely aromatic lemons, and delicate olive oil pressed from Taggia olives. Meet the producers behind them and learn how to cook with the trio in your own kitchen.
The passeggiata isn't exercise, errands, or a commute — it's the Italian answer to the question of what an evening is actually for. Here's why Americans might need it more than anyone, and how to bring the ritual home from the bay.
After a season waking up in a bay town on the Ligurian coast, I came home to the US with a different idea of what a morning owes me. Here's how to steal the unhurried rituals — the espresso, the harbor walk, the warm bread — without a transatlantic flight.
The Riviera di Levante gets all the postcards, but the real magic is tucked into the coves and fishing hamlets just past the famous names. Five bays where the water is just as blue, the focaccia is just as good, and nobody's fighting you for a sunbathing rock.