Picture sprawling emerald forests, medieval hilltop towns untouched by time, a rainbow of wildflowers in bloom and fresh breezes that lull you into a peaceful haze. Tuscany? Think again. Umbria? Warmer. Le Marche? Could you be anywhere else?

Upon arriving in Le Marche you are immediately struck by its unspoiled beauty, time seemingly to have never touched the boundaries of this undiscovered region. Its stone structures warmed by ancient sun and its vineyards perfumed by Adriatic winds, as the Monti Sibellini ridge keeps steady watch over its terra firma.

From the infinite landscapes of Raphael’s masterpieces to Rossini’s operatic melodies, the Marchegiani have long been inspired by the enchanting embrace of their home. A veritable land of milk and honey, where pure joy can be sampled in every dish, seen from every window and enjoyed by all who stop to admire.