If there was ever a heavenly place you would want to die and end up in, this is it.
Il Pellicano hotel Porte Ecole was forged as a place of idyllic escape by two star-crossed lovers – he a famed aircrash survivor, she his fan.
Along a winding, coastal road, on the spit of Porte Ercole, the steep wild slopes bring you down to the haven that is Il Pellicano.
Since the 60s it has remained a place of escape and refuge attracting the likes of the Kennedys and those in search of glamorous seclusion, with a spirit of adventure and escape lingering.
Throughout, the decor is quietly perfect; beautifully minimal striped couches adorned above with sweet touches like birdcage lights; tiny fruit flourishes extending from the vined wallpaper to the light fittings.
But the natural glamour is the truly breathtaking, pinch-me-I-think-I’m-dreaming part. You’ll excuse me while I riff a little…
Picture the green-blue of the Ligurian sea, the craggy cliffs and trees running down to a perfect arc of white umbrellas dotted with classic yellow and white striped towels; that signature resort touch.
Gulls soar. Peace, lapping waves. Gentle natter of Italian in the background, but otherwise just the sea, the sea, the sea.
Private. Seclusion. Magic.
A place of such scenic grandeur and scale could be off-putting (a cocktail costs no less than 18 Euro), but the warmth of the people and genuinely welcoming service puts all at ease.
To eat at the restaurant, with its expansive balcony views over the 29 degree heated sea-water pool, is a treat in itself. Two star Michelin rated, the offerings range from beef with snail to a beautifully simple lamb accompanied by a healthy wine list (I’m lying, the thing is a tome), artfully topped off with a range of chocolate for a final palette party.
A place of such extreme luxury is the epitome of a stylish getaway, honeymoon or even an unforgettable Italian wedding.
Embrace your inner Bond, hire a Maserati, and get there.