Estratto dell'articolo apparso sulla rivista americana Bloomberg dove viene elogiato il territorio dei Sibillini con le sue strutture ricettive, il buon cibo, il paesaggio e le opere d'arte.Summer in Italy doesn’t have to mean standing in line for hours to view a Giotto or a Tintoretto for minutes. With a rental car -- and the stomach for curlicue curves -- you can breeze through Le Marche (or the Marches), a less traveled region on the Adriatic Coast.
The rewards: landscapes worthy of Renaissance masters. Immaculate hilltop towns. Fried olives, creamy prosciuttos, depraved lasagnas.
And outlet shopping.
Some of the most showoffy scenery is in the south, where the Sibylline Mountains rise theatrically behind the green rolling hills.
I stayed at a beautifully restored farm called La Querceta, a few miles outside the placid little town of Amandola (a good place to base yourself), which sits at the edge of the Monti Sibillini National Park. The rooms in the big stone house are large and comfortably appointed. My partner and I rented the nearby two-bedroom house with a kitchen. It had once been the pigsty.
Owner Giovanna Galbiati prides herself on her breakfast tortas. With advance notice, you can also have a dinner that includes campofilone, the region’s egg pasta, and the succulent local lamb. (The great seafood restaurants are on the coast; inland, meat is the mainstay.)
In Amandola itself, the smart, updated Hotel Paradiso sits atop the town. It has an excellent restaurant that -- like just about everybody else -- makes its own homey pastas. For simpler fare, head downhill to Bella Napoli, a classic pizzeria where they keep the good local reds in the fridge: Rosso Piceno, Rosso Conero, Lacrima di Morro d’Alba.
The rewards: landscapes worthy of Renaissance masters. Immaculate hilltop towns. Fried olives, creamy prosciuttos, depraved lasagnas.
And outlet shopping.
Some of the most showoffy scenery is in the south, where the Sibylline Mountains rise theatrically behind the green rolling hills.
I stayed at a beautifully restored farm called La Querceta, a few miles outside the placid little town of Amandola (a good place to base yourself), which sits at the edge of the Monti Sibillini National Park. The rooms in the big stone house are large and comfortably appointed. My partner and I rented the nearby two-bedroom house with a kitchen. It had once been the pigsty.
Owner Giovanna Galbiati prides herself on her breakfast tortas. With advance notice, you can also have a dinner that includes campofilone, the region’s egg pasta, and the succulent local lamb. (The great seafood restaurants are on the coast; inland, meat is the mainstay.)
In Amandola itself, the smart, updated Hotel Paradiso sits atop the town. It has an excellent restaurant that -- like just about everybody else -- makes its own homey pastas. For simpler fare, head downhill to Bella Napoli, a classic pizzeria where they keep the good local reds in the fridge: Rosso Piceno, Rosso Conero, Lacrima di Morro d’Alba.
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