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A metal pot is filled with a custard so golden it resembles sunshine in a bowl. The server gently pours the sugary, egg-yolk elixir, known as *zabaglione*, into dishes for soaking warm *pansarole* doughnuts. Talk stops, a quiet race to secure the last piece. This is genuinely savoring life's sweetness.

This dessert is a tradition in the village of Apricale, a storybook village in Liguria, Italy's crescent-shaped region that hugs the Mediterranean. It's a far cry from the packed Five Lands and posh Portofino to the east. This western side, on the southern border with neighboring France, feels more authentic and more peaceful in the winter, with more local people than travelers. Released from fighting for bookings, you are free to enjoy the now. Let whim be your director – or, in our family's instance, our cravings.

A Familial Journey Fueled by Fondness for Italian Cuisine

I came to Liguria with my twin, her spouse, and their teenage children, spurred on by her period of study in Italy and our shared passion for the country's comforting, child-pleasing cuisine. Our road trip traveled from the coastal Flower Riviera to a collection of medieval perched towns. In just a compact region, we journeyed back in time.

A former partner from Sicily had shown me Liguria one January. Though it was wet, the nearby mountains shield against the wind, creating a special weather zone with comparatively warm weather that are typically 13C. Our December trip was blessed with the most gorgeous cold-season sunshine, ideal for meals in the open air.

Ventimiglia: A Place Perched Between Sea and Sky

Driving east from Nice, the highway is full of a series of sharp bends and underground passages. Our initial destination was a short drive away, just over the frontier. This town is split into two parts: the bustling new town and the ancient upper town, poised between sea and sky. On a terrace bathed in light, we enjoyed seafood fritters alongside Mediterranean views. The kids made like pirates in front of a statue of the Black Corsair, the protagonist of a famous pirate story.

We ventured into the labyrinthine streets of the old town via the old stone archway. Laundry hung from soft-hued walls, their lovely wear born from ages of weathering. Two places of worship on a main street have notable elements: the lifelike *Cristo Morto* (depiction of Christ) and an ancient baptismal font.

We entered the winding maze of the ancient quarter where laundry hung from pastel facades, their lovely aged appearance the product of hundreds of years.

The Village of Dolceacqua: Stone Alleys and a Famous Bridge

Back in the car, we headed 20 minutes north to the village by the river of Dolceacqua. An quick lookup for "places featuring tubs" brought us to a welcoming stone hotel set in the 19th-century district. Its rustic rooms are paired with contemporary jacuzzis. The medieval old quarter sits across the river via the iconic old bridge that Claude Monet famously painted, as shown by a wooden cut-out of him by the riverside.

On a narrow street, the children felt "closed in by the stone buildings" that seemed to lean into each other. We climbed the winding Ligurian *caruggi* (passageways) to the Castello dei Doria. Once home to a prominent family from the Middle Ages, Dolceacqua's grand dame is now an open-air vestige of soaring arches, a living history that is perfect for exploration.

Back in town for pre-dinner drinks, every beverage came with a free plate of bites – "The way it's done," remarked a companion. Our waiter at a local restaurant assured us: "Everything is amazing. If you don't like it, I'll finish it." We tucked into regional dishes: *trofie* (curly) pasta with pesto, potatoes and green beans, and *barbajuan* (chard and ricotta-stuffed) fritters. All served with a local red wine, an rustic red that's rarely exported due to the steep, terraced vineyard's small production.

Apricale: Precariously Perched Beauty

The following day, we drove a quarter-hour north-east to one of "the most beautiful villages in Italy", Apricale. The terracotta-roofed village climbs up verdant slopes, seemingly challenging physics. Known as an creative hub, Apricale's winding lanes are adorned with paintings. We got a personal tour, with local cats the only movement on the deserted lanes.

The heart of town, the piazza, is bordered by two rose-colored churches and the renovated millennium-old Lizard Castle, whose dank dungeon transported us to the middle ages. As did the similarly stone-arched dining room at a nearby restaurant, where we wouldn't have been surprised the waiter to carve the roast with a sword. The home of the aforementioned egg-yolk dessert also serves filling *coniglio* (hare) and pork stew with cornmeal and *farinata* (crispy chickpea fritters). Returning to the hotel, we visited a neighboring hamlet, another photogenic town, for a leisurely evening stroll – the traditional Italian post-meal walk.

The Belle Epoque Metropolis

Back on the coast, the city of Sanremo felt like a bustling metropolis compared with the quiet villages. The city of 53,000 became a tourism hotspot in the 19th century, when elite Europeans, particularly the British, wintered in the Mediterranean for its curative winter climate. Decorative belle epoque hotels, gaming houses and mansions are legacies of this era, their aging elegance like a actress in her later years.

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