Properties for sale in Italy

A light snow goes down while I go down to the street where a taxi awaits me. It is my first day of vacation, I have left the office for a few hours, just enough time to spend home to take the suitcase, Oreste, my coal -colored Cocker and reach the airport. It will be strange for the first time not to celebrate Christmas in Turin with friends and relatives, but when I saw the images of this property I understood that I finally found what I was looking for. Landed in Sicily I am welcomed by the scent of the sun and the sea, but what I am looking for between the crowd is the unmistakable note of Bosco di Bleu de Chanel, the good smell of my husband. We booked for these holidays in a splendid hotel in Syracuse, where our children will spend the days between Christmas and New Year with us. I transmitted my impatience to see the property also in Tilly who in the journey between the hotel and the house looks like a flipper ball. We are about to see an independent villa that had its births like us in the 70s. What struck me are the spaces, it is around 140 square meters on two levels on a lot of about 1000 m, perfect dimensions when we find ourselves all together and the fact give to be located on two levels allows us to use the ground floor with garden in which to make the pool create when we are alone. As soon as I get off the car, I realize that my intuition had not made a mistake, the house has excellent potential both internal and external, the renderings give some interesting ideas, but the houses must be sewn on the owners as tailoring clothes. We are wandering between the two floors, we observe, with the imagination we are already breaking down walls and opening windows to allow the beauty that surrounds us to enter the house, we create, furnish ... we plant, we sow, buy .... He plays the alarm clock, outside snow, I am in Turin, I have to leave for Sicily to show a couple of customers a splendid two -storey villa to be placed. I caress Oreste, kiss my husband and I promise that I will come back to them before Christmas, it always happens so, when I find a splendid house, the dream as if it were already mine.

Between the valleys that whisper ancient stories and the majestic profiles of the Dolomites, Calliano stands, a place that seems stolen from a fairy tale. It is here, in this frame of quiet and enchantment, that this property is hidden, like a secret waiting to be revealed. From the top of the fourth floor, the world seems different: the village stretches out at your feet like a canvas of red roofs, while the Castello di Beseno dominates the horizon, a silent guardian that watches over the valley. At sunset, the sun's rays rest on its internal walls, coloring the atmosphere with a golden warmth that seems eternal. Entering is like crossing the threshold of a dream. The generous and lively light dances on the wooden beams of the roof, creating a play of shadows that makes the environment almost theatrical. The open-space area, with the living room, the kitchen and the dining room that chase each other without barriers, is a hymn to modernity and freedom. And yet, there is a touch of tradition, a solidity that speaks of home, of roots, of warmth. The dining room, if desired, can be transformed into a third bedroom, a small private world to build according to your dreams. The bedrooms, both double, seem made specifically to welcome life stories: the peaceful sleep of those who have found their own corner of peace, the slow awakening with the morning light filtering through the windows. And then there are the two bathrooms, one, with a double tub, invites you to immerse yourself and let go, while the other, with a modern shower, offers the freshness of everyday simplicity. Every detail of this penthouse seems to have been designed to dialogue with those who live there, to respond to needs without ever forgetting beauty. But the real twist is on the ground floor, like an unexpected surprise that changes the ending of the story. Here, a commercial space with a cellar is just waiting to be rediscovered. It could become a stream of income, rented to those who can see its potential, or be transformed into a garage, a creative studio or a multipurpose space. The possibilities are endless, like the roads that the future can trace. Calliano, with its slow pace and its ancient soul, is a place that is not forgotten. It is close enough to Trento and Rovereto to offer every comfort, but far enough away to breathe the essence of village life. This property, with its mix of charm, functionality and opportunity, is not just a home. It is a lifestyle choice, a refuge, an investment in happiness and beauty. Anyone who enters here, even for just a moment, cannot help but imagine themselves living within these walls, with this view, with this light. Because this penthouse is not only made of bricks and wood, but of emotions, of stories waiting to be written. It is not just a place, it is a promise.

In the heart of the Trentino mountains, in the charming village of Tiarno di Sopra, there was a charming apartment located on the first floor of a small building with only two residential units. It was renovated in 2010, when it was chosen to start a new life. Looking out the window, you could admire the roofs of the village and the imposing peaks of the mountains. Its location made it the ideal refuge, with shops, schools and services just a few steps away, while the nearby Lake Ledro and the trails of the Adamello Brenta Natural Park encouraged outdoor adventures. Once you crossed the threshold, a warm glow greeted anyone who entered. The living area, with the open kitchen and the spacious living room, became the beating heart of the house, a place of sharing and relaxation. Natural light filtered generously through the windows, caressing the furnishings with soft shadows. The sleeping area offered rest and tranquility: a large and bright double bedroom and a second room, perfect for guests or as a creative studio. The bathroom, with a window and a deep tub, offered moments of quiet and refreshment. But the real treasure of this house was on the ground floor: a large cellar, once used to store fine wines and tools for mountain excursions. A precious corner, ready to guard new dreams and new stories. Whoever crossed that threshold immediately felt the warmth of a lived-in and loved home. Perhaps, within those walls, the perfect place to begin a new chapter of life was hidden. Perhaps, that place was waiting for you.

My discovery of this charming flat in Viddalba was one of those surprises that life has in store when you least expect it.I was in town for a photography project dedicated to the hidden beauty of Italian villages. It was during an evening stroll, as the last of the sunshine caressed the ancient stones of the village, that I came across this small, recently built apartment building.On the ground floor, through an elegantly finished door, our flat opens up. The living room, with its open kitchen and north-facing courtyard, offers an outdoor space. The garden, a true natural sanctuary, is the ideal place for my morning reflections and evenings in the company of friends and family, under the starry Gallura sky.The east-facing bedrooms are bathed in warm, reassuring light. The master bedroom, is a cosy and serene refuge, where every detail seems to whisper ‘welcome home’.The single room, versatile and bright, is perfect both as a guest room and as a study, where one can be inspired by the quietness of the place.We find a full, windowed bathroom with an eastern exposure, offering cool privacy.But Viddalba is much more than just a backdrop for this residence. This village, set in the unique landscapes of Gallura, is a treasure trove of stories, traditions and natural beauty. With its natural thermal baths, it is a destination for those seeking wellness and relaxation in the heart of Sardinia. Its lands are dotted with archaeological remains that tell millennia of history, from nuraghi to the tombs of the giants, offering a journey through time to anyone who cares to listen.A few minutes' drive away, we find various beaches where the Sardinian sea shows all its splendour, with crystal-clear waters and fine sandy beaches.No less fascinating are the hiking trails that wind through the hills, where the Mediterranean scrub opens up to amazing views.My visit left me with the certainty that, for someone, this will not just be a home, but a corner of the world where they can find inspiration, peace and a sense of belonging.And those who choose to make this place their home will have found a treasure that goes beyond the value of the property: they will have found a piece of paradise on earth.

For those who like to live in tranquillity in close contact with nature, we now propose a practical solution in the municipality of Bibbona, an ancient village located in the centre of a vast countryside, interspersed with suggestive panoramic glimpses towards the coast.The Medieval Village of Bibbona is characterised by narrow alleys, stairways and arches, which take us back in time, and has the advantage of being just a few kilometres from the sea.Dating back to Etruscan times, it is characterised by an ancient castle enclosed by majestic walls in which the ancient sandstone dwellings, typical of the area, were built all around.In this evocative setting, there is a cosy flat located a few steps away from the splendid beaches of Marina di Bibbona, ideal for those looking for a comfortable and functional solution for their holidays or to live there all year round.The property is located on the first floor of a typical country house not far from the Bolgheri train station and has a well-distributed surface area with plenty of space and brightness. Inside we find a large living area with an open kitchen where you can prepare and enjoy your favourite dishes in the company of friends or in the intimacy of the family.Two bedrooms, both with double beds, one with balcony, perfect to comfortably accommodate the whole family or guests. On the same level there are two bathrooms, one windowed with a bathtub, for maximum comfort and brightness, and a second blind bathroom, complete with shower, perfect for practical and functional use. Completing this flat is an extra space created in the attic and accessible by an internal staircase which can be adapted as required as a storage room, study or relaxation area.There are plenty of outdoor spaces, with a large courtyard available for condominiums and their cars.The location of the flat is a real strong point, being a short distance from the beautiful beaches and the amenities of Marina di Bibbona, which offers numerous services, restaurants and shops.Don't miss the opportunity to live in one of the most sought-after locations on the Costa degli Etruschi!

Between the mountains and the crystal clear sea of North Sardinia, there is a place where time seems to flow more slowly and life takes on a different flavor. In a quiet street of Valledoria, on Via Piave, is this cozy apartment on the second floor, ready to offer you a space all your own to experience the wonders of this land, either during the vacations or as an investment to generate an income from short rentals.The apartment, in excellent condition and fully furnished, is about 80 square meters. Every corner is designed for comfort: two bedrooms, one double and one single, offer intimate and cozy spaces for you and your guests. The living room with open kitchen is a bright and convivial space, perfect for spending evenings with friends or relaxing after a day spent among the beaches and trails of the area. A modern bathroom with attention to detail completes the interior, but it is the outdoor terrace that makes this apartment unique. From here, the view opens up to the surrounding mountains, giving you postcard-perfect scenery that changes color with the seasons. No matter if you are in the morning with a hot coffee or at sunset with a glass of vermentino: the view will always be a source of inspiration. The apartment also includes a reserved parking space to ensure your convenience all year round.Valledoria is a pearl of northern Sardinia, a town that offers a mild and pleasant climate all year round. Living here means saying goodbye to harsh winters and gray days: even in the coldest months, there is never a shortage of sunshine, and the air, pure and uncontaminated, conveys a feeling of well-being that only a few destinations can offer.Just a few minutes from your door, you can reach golden sandy beaches such as San Pietro a Mare, perfect for strolls along the shore or diving into the clear waters. In less than 30 kilometers, must-see destinations like Castelsardo, one of the most picturesque villages in Italy, or the Casteldoria Spa, a special place to relax and rejuvenate. The airports of Alghero and Olbia, as well as the main ports, are easily accessible, making every trip quick and easy.Valledoria is a town that lives all year round. During the summer it comes alive with tourists and travelers filling its streets, while in the quieter months the village rediscovers its more authentic side, including local markets, culinary traditions and the hospitality of its people. Festivals and folk festivals mark the rhythm of the community, offering you the opportunity to discover the flavors and colors of the most authentic Sardinia.This second-floor house is much more than an apartment: it is an invitation to experience the best of Sardinia, with its sun, nature and traditions. It is the place where you can build unforgettable memories, enjoy relaxation, or take advantage of a secure investment opportunity in one of the island's most beloved destinations. Contact us today for more information or to arrange a visit. Your new start in Sardinia is waiting for you.

In the Piedmontese plains of the province of Alessandria, just 7 kilometers from Casale Monferrato, we find Frassineto Po, a small but charming town that can now be considered part of Casale's outskirts. Frassineto Po retains the unique character of a rural environment, enriched by the Piedmontese countryside. It is known for its excellent wines, internationally renowned rice, and high-quality agricultural products. However, it also boasts cultural activities that have made it famous, particularly "Il Villaggio del Libro" (The Book Village), located inside Palazzo Mossi—the first and currently the only book outlet in the entire country. "Those who love reading, traveling, and exploring the infinite spaces of words and imagination will find a welcoming harbor in this Monferrato land, which may gradually become recognized not only as a land of fine wines but also of books… DOC." This is part of the presentation accompanying the initiative. In this setting, where agriculture and gastronomy blend beautifully with culture, a farmhouse was built in the early 1900s—now available for sale. Positioned on the border of Casale Monferrato’s municipal territory, near the Church of Madonna degli Angeli, the property consists of a main building, the heart of the estate, surrounded by six smaller buildings (sheds, warehouses, annexes, etc.) within a plot of approximately 3,100 square meters. The main structure is divided into two sections, currently serving two well-defined purposes. The residential area spans three levels (ground floor, first floor with a spacious terrace, and attic), all connected by a central staircase. The agricultural section includes two large garages and various utility rooms on the ground floor, while the first floor—accessible via an original metal spiral staircase—hosts what was once the hayloft, a stunning open-space area with exposed beams that could be transformed into a magnificent living space. The building is structurally solid and well-maintained, though its interior requires some remodeling depending on its intended use. As mentioned, the property also includes six satellite structures, ranging from sheds to warehouses and agricultural annexes, offering versatile spaces that can be adapted to various needs and creative ideas. Its generous volume, open views of the countryside, and independence from other structures allow for multiple possibilities. It could be converted into several apartments, a charming bed & breakfast, or even a high-quality agriturismo, taking full advantage of the area's strong enogastronomic identity. The proximity to a major town makes this property convenient from a logistical standpoint, providing easy access to road networks while offering the tranquility of country living. At the same time, it remains close enough to Casale Monferrato to benefit from the services and amenities of the city.

While waiting for a taxi outside Comiso airport, I am kissed by the tender April sun. I fear that I will be making the journey with an anonymous new car with a chemical scent and a noisy young man. It is not so, I am greeted by an old white Beetle, driven by a disheveled curly girl who seems to have come straight from a demonstration in '68. The car smells of oranges (she dries them herself to create natural perfumes) the jazz music goes well with the context but is a pleasant background in a conversation that seems to be taking place between old friends. She asks me the reason for the trip, I only have a small yellow trolley with me, and I tell her that I have come to visit some properties, but alas I only have two days and 6 houses to see. She asks me what the first address is to reach and I realize that I am giving her carte blanche, I ask her if she wants to be my guide and driver for two days. The "why not" was the answer I was hoping for and so we head together towards the first property. I understand why he chose this first, it's a villa, directly overlooking the sea. It's not a sumptuous and a bit snobbish modern villa all glass and steel, honestly it looks a bit like an old fisherman with this slightly cracked external shell. I cross the boundary wall welcomed by the serenity of seaside places. The ground floor of the house is a large porch, we could say that this house is almost a stilt house. At the moment it doesn't seem very used but I think that adorned with plants and with some sliding glass doors it will be the place for moments of contemplation and conversation. Here, you can sit with a good book or sip a cup of mint tea, while the sun rises in the sky, painting the world with golden shades. In one corner a garage, discreet and functional, ready to store cars and bicycles, symbols of daily adventures along the coast. I generally look at houses for the light and the spaces because the house is an intimate place and needs to be personalized. Here the light is not lacking and I immediately find my corner of paradise, a balcony overlooking the coast, where the waves gently crash on the shore and the scent of saltiness mixes with the fresh air. The living room is airy and designed to encourage conviviality with its open kitchen and various niches to create a living room and dining area; the large French windows of the terraces allow natural light to flood the room, or to look out directly onto the sea, offering a breathtaking view. Imagine opening the glass doors and letting the sea breeze in, while the sound of the waves accompanies your conversations. The two bedrooms, each with its own distinctive character, are havens of tranquility. Here, rest is guaranteed, lulled by the sweet song of the waves. The two well-designed and practical bathrooms make every moment of the daily routine a pleasant and refreshing experience. In this corner of paradise, every detail is designed to celebrate the beauty of life by the sea. The house is not just a dwelling, but a refuge for the soul, a place where memories intertwine with the sweetness of nature. Every day spent here is an invitation to live with passion and gratitude, to discover the wonder of a panorama that changes with the tides and to enjoy the serenity of a simple and authentic existence. Now I'm going down, I saw that my guide is already in his swimsuit and I don't want to miss a swim embraced by the red of the sunset.

Cesena, March 17th, 1878Dearest Cousin Clelia, I hope this letter finds you in perfect health. With a heart full of joy and admiration, I wish to tell you about a recent visit I made to our dear cousin Amedeo, who has finally completed his new residence in Cesena. It is a magnificent home, situated in an unparalleled location. Very close to the road that links Ravenna to Rome, yet nestled in absolute silence and the lushest greenery. You would never imagine that such a peaceful paradise lies only ten minutes on foot from the historic center of the city, so well is it shielded and secluded by the surrounding nature. The villa rises along the banks of the Savio River and enjoys an exceptionally favorable climate. Summer is always cooled by a gentle breeze, while winter is softly protected by the tall trees that adorn the garden. In fact, the entire estate, which extends over more than 15,000 square meters, is surrounded by groves of oaks and carefully chosen trees, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and freshness that could hardly be more ideal. The park around it is a true green treasure chest, where every corner radiates a peace that few places can offer. Upon entering the villa, I found the perfect blend of a residence worthy of our noble family and the ingenuity of our cousin, who managed to structure it in such a way that each of his four children has their own private apartment. On the ground floor, Juliette and Amedeo have reserved for themselves a space that is a delight of lightness and freshness, entirely made of wood and fabric, with rooms decorated in French-style boiserie. A large hall with a fireplace creates a perfect ambiance for warmer days, thanks also to the oak veranda reminiscent of Tuscan lemon houses. Going up to the first floor, he thought of sweet Henriette, with a spacious apartment featuring wide rooms, polished oak floors, and walls adorned with French wallpaper. From one window you can see the Rocca of Cesena; from another, the riverbank winding along the property. Also on the first floor, Clotilde’s apartment is a true masterpiece of elegance. The scagliola-painted walls and walnut ceilings draw the eye and offer a noble atmosphere, with a lovely view over the park and the surrounding hills. The second floor holds the brightest and most colorful attic, with two bedrooms and skylights that flood every corner with natural light. The vibrant colors and fine details were thoughtfully designed for the eccentric Umberto. For young Giambattista, Amedeo transformed a large room into four separate spaces, including a kitchen-living area that faces west, bathed in the golden light of sunset. I can’t help but admire the wisdom in having created a home that meets everyday needs while being located in a place perfect for a peaceful retreat, far from the world. I embrace you warmly and await your reply with great eagerness.With all my affection,Your loving cousin,Carlo Alberto

Strolling through the center of Piazza Armerina, I meet up with Luigi, my guide for the day. He has the air of a slightly melancholic actor, and his name seems to tie him—unknowingly—to one of the most famous fathers of Italian literature, who was born on this marvelous Mediterranean island. With a sly smile, he takes me to see the first property on my list: a fully renovated apartment, a modern and refined interpretation of a historic residence. The old building that houses it, located on the first floor, has been renovated on the first two levels: the ground floor, which now hosts commercial spaces, and the piano nobile, with an independent side entrance—that’s the one we’re about to visit. Luigi points out how the renovation was designed to gracefully welcome those seeking an atmosphere of class, while keeping intact the connection to local tradition and the soul of the place. The apartment, he tells me, has a long history of hospitality. Years ago, truck drivers would stop here after long journeys to refuel—the building had a gas station attached—and then spend the night in the rooms we’re about to see. With the same sly smile, he adds that more than resting their weary bodies, they were here to satisfy other needs. Only the silent walls know those stories now. Today, the rooms have been redesigned to become an exclusive bed & breakfast, made up of large, bright spaces, all furnished in a modern and refined style—never too much, always just right. We visit the common living area, which opens onto a picturesque view of the town. It's a cozy space where color and natural light intertwine to offer moments of relaxation. We continue with the four bedrooms, each with a private bathroom. Every room features a brightly painted wall behind the bed—a sensory touch that gives each space its own unique identity. The rooms' beauty is enhanced by barrel-vaulted ceilings, finished with Venetian stucco and masterfully lit to add a regal feel to every corner. Each room is equipped with air conditioning and private bathrooms, featuring spacious showers that invite guests to unwind. Two of the rooms open onto small balconies overlooking the piazza, where the town’s life flows slowly and calmly, always within sight of those who appreciate history and the city’s living breath. One of the rooms includes a beautiful corner whirlpool tub, large enough for two. I must say, the beauty of the old has been perfectly blended with the comfort and practicality of the new. I believe this property is an unmissable opportunity for anyone looking to not just purchase an apartment, but to own a piece of history—lovingly restored and ready to become a profitable business. What are you waiting for? These rooms whisper that they can't wait to become the silent witnesses of many new stories waiting to unfold.

I've never liked the chaos of markets, and for some time now I've been looking for a place to direct my savings. I wanted something that would allow me to pause and reflect, away from the daily noise. While casually browsing through listings, an image caught my attention: an apartment not far from the sea, at a price that was definitely attractive to me. It was a bare ownership offer—something I wasn’t familiar with. But curiosity, which defines me and never betrays me, led me to discover that it’s an old arrangement, an investment that requires patience, like a plant growing silently, without haste. So I decided to take the next step and see the property with my own eyes, imagining my life intertwined with that apartment. As I got closer, I thought that the idea of owning something that would become fully mine over time, calmly, wasn’t something I minded at all. With that spirit, I arrived in Donoratico, a village still carrying the scent of the sea, but also that of a countryside that seemed endless. The house, from the outside, reminded me of Aunt Maria’s—tucked behind a row of plants and shrubs that seemed to guard the secrets of time. There, every stone, every corner, had its own story. Not one that was shouted, but whispered, emerging from the folds of a home that felt lived-in, and like a keeper of ancient memory. When I stepped inside, the fireplace at the center of the living room welcomed the damp air with its warm, reassuring presence. The fire, in truth, was just an echo of old traditions, and the crackling flames spoke a language I already knew, as if I’d always lived beside that sound. The owner, with her small and calm figure, was preparing something in the little kitchen. Her every move was part of a ritual—slow, measured—demanding nothing but to be observed. Her movements between the small shelves filled with pots and spices held a harmony that spoke of a time when everything had its place, and every action had meaning. The living room, with velvet armchairs and linen curtains filtering the soft afternoon light, felt like a suspended space—like a painting that didn’t want to be moved. Books lined the shelves—not bestsellers, but books that had been read. They stood as signs of a quiet culture, not needing to be flaunted, only to be lived. The two bedrooms were simple, with wrought iron beds and wool blankets. The house smelled of wood and lavender—a scent that mingled with the breath of the world outside. But the true enchantment of that house was the small balcony. It opened onto nothing—or rather, onto the infinite. From there you could see the horizon, which seemed to end in the blue line of the sea, but it was only a promise, a boundary inviting you to look beyond. And it was there, in that little space open to the infinite, that I understood this house—with its corners and its calm—would become a part of my life. A steady point that needed no explanation, because it was already a part of me.

Welcome to Naro, the “Fulgentissima” as Frederick II fondly called it, and the Italian Capital of Culture for 2025. We are in the province of Agrigento, just a few kilometers from the Valley of the Temples and the stunning Sicilian coastline. This charming town showcases one of Sicily’s highest expressions of Baroque architecture, with its monuments, churches, and palaces delighting residents, tourists, and lovers of culture and design alike. Here lies Palazzo Morillo, an 18th-century Baroque building nestled between the town’s main street, Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and Via Specchi and Via Riolo. What we’re visiting today is the piano nobile of this historic residence—an exquisite example of 18th-century Baroque and one of the town’s most prominent and elegant palaces. Entry is through a carved wooden door on Via Riolo, leading to a majestic marble staircase adorned with arches and columns that brings us to the main floor. This level features eight spacious rooms, a kitchen, and service areas. The building’s exterior façade is adorned with seven balconies resting on stone bases, all enriched with refined moldings, friezes, and decorative elements. An internal staircase leads to the upper floor, where we find another service room and a stunning terrace with views over the picturesque historic center and the sea beyond. This historic residence spans over 400 square meters. Moving from room to room is a unique experience, where the carefully crafted ceramic floors—each space displaying a distinct pattern or optical effect—lead the way, while your gaze is drawn upwards to the high, frescoed ceilings. The atmosphere is one of sophistication and elegance, inviting you to relive the grandeur of times past. Stucco, plasterwork, and baroque details follow you from one room to the next, as does the light, seemingly chasing you thanks to excellent exposure on three sides and large windows that flood the space with warm, natural light throughout the day. The property is unoccupied, can be subdivided, and requires renovation—except for the roof, which has been completely replaced in recent years. This is not simply a house to fall in love with—it is one that commands respect for its noble and ancient heritage. Restoring its magnificent floors, reclaiming the period woodwork, and reviving its frescoes to their original splendor is not just a possibility, but a tribute. Given its central location, generous dimensions, and inherent character, the choice is yours: a prestigious luxury residence? A charming hospitality business? A one-of-a-kind event venue? One thing is certain: your new home comes with a message of hope and blessing, engraved in stone beneath the grandest balcony—“Long live Divine Providence, 1790.” Still reading? Book a viewing now—you won’t be disappointed.

As a mountain enthusiast and lover of authentic places, every time I return to the Cadore area, I’m struck by the genuine beauty of these lands. While walking near Lake Santa Caterina, I came across a property that immediately caught my attention: a family-run hotel, simple and genuine, with huge potential to become a small gem of modern mountain hospitality. The building has a solid foundation, both structurally and emotionally: it features 10 rooms spread across two floors, all with private bathrooms, and some with small balconies. Even in its current state, the rooms hold great value, but I can easily imagine a restyling that would make them even more welcoming for today’s travelers — with natural materials, understated comforts, artisanal details, and a design that honors tradition while offering a contemporary feel. On the ground floor, you’ll find the heart of the hotel: a bar area, once well known in the region for its excellent pastries. Here, I see the opportunity to create a lively meeting point not only for overnight guests, but also for hikers, cyclists, and travelers passing through — a place to enjoy breakfast, relax after a walk, or savor a local dessert in a warm, homely atmosphere. Next to it, the kitchen offers enough space to develop a simple yet curated culinary offering, perhaps with a small menu based on local, seasonal products. The basement could be transformed into a wellness area, complete with a sauna and relaxation zone, while the large attic — still waiting to be explored — could be converted into a cozy, multifunctional loft: a space for activities, small events, or even a few panoramic suites. Cadore has a deep soul, and properties like this have the potential to become a new kind of hospitality: respectful, rooted in tradition, yet able to speak the language of today's travelers. With a thoughtful but decisive renovation, this hotel could be reborn as a contemporary mountain retreat with the warmth of a family home.

Imagine a man like Marcovaldo — a character created by Italian writer Italo Calvino — a simple, dreamy soul who sees nature and beauty hidden in the cracks of a busy, modern city. That’s exactly how he would have looked at this apartment: like a rare, gentle animal that wandered into his life by pure chance. He was in Milan, yes, but in a corner of the city that felt almost like a promise: quiet in the morning, sky-blue in the afternoon, and scented with rain in the evening. The living area — as the real estate agent called it — had a large window and a French door leading onto a balcony. Not just a token balcony, but a real one, wide enough for a small table and two chairs. Here Marcovaldo, like a king restored to his throne, would eat under the open sky, watching for clouds tucked between the rooftops or a flutter of pigeons adding a poetic touch to his meal. And then there was the bathroom... with a real window! For someone used to shaving in misty, shadowy rooms, this small opening to the outside world felt like pure luxury. He would now shave bathed in sunlight, watching leaves quiver on the trees in the courtyard, feeling almost like he was on holiday. The bedroom — though he occupied it alone — had a window so wide that waking up felt like being inside a painting. Light streamed in without asking permission, making the bedsheets shine like snow under the sun. There were even two closets: one in the hallway, one near the bathroom. Spacious, orderly, with a scent of new wood that filled him with a quiet hope. Marcovaldo, who had once rolled his shirts into drawers, now hung them with care, as if preparing for grand events. In this apartment, every window was a new beginning. Every closet, a promise. And every meal on the balcony, a tiny dream made real.

It was a golden spring day when I arrived at Monteleone Castle. I had the privilege of spending a whole week there with Ginevra, my best friend since first grade, before her wedding was celebrated there. The sun was filtering through the foliage of the trees, caressing the ancient walls of the fortress with a light that seemed suspended in time when I heard footsteps approaching, it was Mario, the manor's caretaker and handyman. Ginevra had told me a lot about him because not only was there a memory of when her family started working in the castle, but because Mario knew every stone and every flower, every corner and every story.The castle stands elegantly at the top of the village of Monteleone: but its other properties are scattered like wildfire in the surrounding area, 300 hectares of tidy vineyards, fields perfumed with wild herbs, silent woods and meadows dotted with flowers. Marco offers to accompany me and tell me about the manor, as he likes to call it, and our visit begins in the small church. He leads me inside and proudly shows me some of the splendid rooms, all beautifully maintained, those that, as Marco tells me, “have a history within history”, the large kitchen, the astronomy room, the library, the coat of arms room, the bedrooms, and outside, in the splendid Italian garden, the bell tower and the watch tower. Time passes quickly and the sun is already setting. Today's journey has been long and tiring and I ask permission to retire for a little rest. I climb the ancient stairs of the castle almost on tiptoe, guided by an inviting silence towards the room I have been assigned. I open a door ajar and find myself in a room with the scent of Cyrmol. The lit fireplace spreads an embracing warmth. I sit on a four-poster bed, covered with light veils and embroidered linen sheets. The lavender scent of the sheets envelops me, I close my eyes, perhaps only for a moment, and I am already asleep. But that moment becomes a dream. In the dream I am here, but everything was different. The castle is alive with ladies and knights and torches lit along the corridors. The manor is a kingdom, and I... am the betrothed of the young prince of Monteleone. The skilful hands of two maidens help me dress, and I wear a marvellous and precious gown, woven of gold and silk threads, that sparkles with every breath I take. I walk through the vineyards as if they have always belonged to me, in the village I greet people who bow softly, as if they have known me all my life. The laughter within the walls of the house not far away, the bonfires lit in the woods, the dancing among the ruins that seem, as if by magic, rebuilt and alive. And the prince? He looks at me as if I were the key to his happiness, and I feel suspended between dream and reality, between the present and a lost time. Then, as often happens in dreams, time begins to slip away. I wake up slowly, still wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace. But the most incredible thing is to discover that I am really wearing the dress of the dream: gold and silk, sewn as if by ancient hands. I rise slowly, slowly, mirroring myself in the glass of a veiled window. The prince was no longer there, but something of him remained in my gaze. My heart is still full of that other time, something of the dream has remained with me, like a secret whispered between the stones of the castle. These days everything seems incredible to me, I hear the faint echo of a love that perhaps was, or perhaps will be but this castle is and will remain my heart's place.

The car stops in front of a large gate. Mom smiles, pats her belly and says, “We're here.” I jump down, curious. Dad opens the gate and we stand in front of a large house, surrounded by greenery. All around, just silence, wind in the trees, and a garden that never seems to end. Dad says it's over 13,000 meters of land all of ours, I don't know how many there are, but I see so many! I run toward the house. The entrance is wide and smells of orange. On the ground floor is a bright living area with large windows. The kitchen is huge - I can already imagine grandma making arancini - and there is a room with a sitting area and a stove of those beautiful ones, which also warms the heart. At the back, a modern bathroom and a laundry room, all comfortable and neat. There's even a door that leads straight to the garage: no more shopping bags in the rain and I'll finally have a workshop where I can fix my little cars. I run up the stairs. On the second floor is a bathroom, and a room where, they say, Mom and Dad will sleep with their soon-to-be-born baby sister. Another room for the grandparents that will become a kitchen when they get a room on the ground floor. A door that leads into a secret third floor, everything here is still in the rough, when I grow up Mom said there will be a room for me, one for my sister and three more to accommodate friends and relatives plus of course the bathroom, actually two. Outside there is a barbecue area under the trees. Father promises that in the summer we will have barbecues with the grandparents, who will come to live with us during the vacations. But the best thing is that I will finally have Spike. Father read in a newspaper about an abandoned Belgian shepherd. He said we will adopt him together. I will never leave him, Spike will be my best friend. This is not just a home. It is a dream, here in Piazza Armerina, in the hills of Sicily. It is the place where we will grow up, together. Born soon little sister Spike and I will need a companion for adventure.

My name is Achille, I am an elegant Siamese with some experience in comfy cushions and sunny windows. Today I tell you about my exploration of my possible future residence... a house of our own, or almost, in Lodrone. As soon as I arrived, I immediately noticed one important thing: independent. It means that no one above me makes any disturbing noises while I sleep. Already a plus. But the real wonder? Three levels of territory to explore. And I, modestly, am an expert explorer. On the ground floor, a windowed tavern with a coiled ceiling: a suitable place to chase filtering sunlight and take long naps. There are two cellars - one, I am told, could become a laundry room. I can already imagine warm clothes to roll in! There is also a garage, useful if my humans want to park their cars... or leave an empty box there for me, of course. I walk up to the first floor, where I am greeted by an open living room-kitchen area. Here there is an Olle stove. Do you know what that means? A corner that is always warm in winter, perfect for snuggling up. There is also a comfortable room, a bathroom (for humans, of course) and a staircase that invites you to go up again. So up I go. On the attic floor I find my true oasis: a double bedroom with a built-in wardrobe (great hiding place), a single room that I could claim all my own, and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi. Not that I love water, but seeing my humans relaxed...meoh relaxes me too. Above is a rough attic, yet to be fixed up. It could become my secret palace. The house is sunny all day, it's in the centre, but in a quiet area. There's Lake Idro nearby (nice to look at, not to get wet!) and Madonna di Campiglio for my humans' winter trips. And for me... lots of houses to visit, who knows, maybe I'll find some good old lady to give me some kibble, and meadows and woods to hunt in, and if I'm lucky....a nice girlfriend, maybe a long-haired one...meaohhhh In conclusion, if you're looking for a home for your family of four (plus a feline, of course), this is perfect. Sun, silence, space and secret corners: approved by me, Achilles.

After a long and rewarding career, Anna has finally reached the well-deserved goal of retirement. With the money of the liquidation he decided to realize a dream that he cultivated for a long time: buy his own house in a place rich in history, culture and natural beauty. The choice fell on Modica, a beautiful baroque town in the province of Ragusa, in south-eastern Sicily. Famous for its handmade chocolate, the majestic churches and picturesque alleys, Modica is also close to the sea: in a few minutes drive you can reach golden beaches and crystal clear waters. The property that Anna has bought is in a quiet, panoramic and well connected area. This is a two-storey house, with two separate apartments. On the ground floor there is a garage, a kitchen, a bedroom and a terrace with beautiful views of the city and the hills. On the first floor, instead, there is a second house consisting of kitchen, living room with its balcony and a double bedroom overlooking the beautiful terrace that we have already found also on the ground floor. Anna has decided to merge the two apartments into a single house on two levels. On the ground floor has a large living area with kitchen, bright and cozy, ideal to receive friends and family. Upstairs she has kept the bedrooms, ready to welcome her two children during the holidays when they come to visit her with their families. To ensure a certain degree of independence during periods when children and grandchildren stay for long periods, Anna has thought of an intelligent furniture: a transformable piece of furniture that allows you to separate part of the living room on the ground floor, creating an autonomous and functional space. This solution, in addition to offering greater convenience for the family, also opens up the possibility of renting a part of the house for short periods, generating an extra income. Serene and satisfied with her choice, Anna enjoys the new life in Modica, between walks by the sea, sunsets on the terrace and the warmth of a house finally all his own, Anna still does not exist, But surely you have imagined yourself here in his place...waiting to enjoy the well-deserved rest with the family.

Chiara and Matteo had never imagined themselves truly far from the city. She, an architect with a studio in the historic center of Trento; he, an environmental engineer engaged in projects between innovation and sustainability. Their life flowed between appointments, construction sites and evenings in an apartment that was now too small for them. Then a new life arrived — their first child — and with him, a new desire: to take root, to have space, silence, a horizon. Thus began the search for a different home. They wanted it close to the city, but immersed in nature; a place where they could reconcile work and family, where they could breathe. After many visits and some disappointment, they found it: a detached house in Ravina di Trento, right on the slopes of Monte Bondone, nestled between the woods and the sky. The house is still unfinished: a blank sheet of paper, to be written by four hands. They can decide everything. Maybe they will make it into a single large apartment on two floors, bright and open to the view and perhaps with a large mezzanine. Or they will create two units with a small independent annex, perfect for hosting their parents — who live far away, outside of Trentino — whenever they come to visit them. Let's not forget the garage, 150 square meters available also for the collection of Vespas that Matteo is immensely proud of. But what won them over was the view. From the terrace and the large windows you can dominate the entire plain of the Adige valley, which opens up wide and bright before their eyes. It is a spectacle that changes with the seasons, with the hours, with the weather. And every time, it leaves you breathless. At the beginning they were not used to so much silence. To so much greenery. But now they could not do without it. The forest that borders their property has become part of their daily life. Chiara dreams of designing a sustainable and beautiful space, tailor-made for their family. Matteo, on the other hand, already has in mind a small Golden Retriever breeding farm, a desire he has cultivated for years. Today they look ahead with serenity. They know that they have not simply bought a house. They found a place to build their future, step by step. A place that speaks of nature, love and roots. Chiara and Matteo are two fictitious names that you can replace with yours as soon as you cross the threshold of this property you will understand that you will never want to leave.

Oh, good morning to you, dear. I present myself with due grace: I am Amelia - goose of high lineage and official vigilante of the Territory of Forms and Dreams. Thirty thousand square meters of impeccable nature, with a touch of wild poetry - and not a single blade of grass out of place, I guarantee it personally, feather on feather. In the middle of so much beauty, there is also a lovely pond: a pleasant and enchanted place where I love to reflect, swim and let myself be caressed by the light that dances on the water. That’s where I often go for inspiration... and some dragonflies to chase. I was born under the sign of elegance and attention, and I have always been entrusted with the task - solemn, I would say - to watch over these lands. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, escapes my keen eye. Not even a leaf that dares rustle out of beat. Yes, I will accompany you. Follow me on tiptoe along the main avenue. The humans, just arrived, remain silent - not out of fear, no sir, but out of pure astonishment. On the sides, a parade of slender plants, straight as court flutes. Everything perfectly aligned in a "L"... as "Lyric", "Freedom" or - if you really care - "Lettuce". But come on, that’s another matter. Then, my lords, the beating heart of the property opens. A natural theatre, an amphitheater of verdure! Round, generous trees, dancing in the breeze: lime trees, young oaks, maybe even some vain mulberry. No stage, no curtain: only sky, grass and magic. In the evening, when the sun dives behind the hill like an actor at the end, we local creatures meet there. Not for gossip - we are artists! We act. Yes, we act! I, Amelia, often direct... but I don’t back down if you need an extra. The last time? La Traviata! The fox was an excruciating violet, and the badger - Alfredo with a fake moustache. The owl’s solo? Unforgettable. Even the owl, that grumpy old man, pulled up with his beak. And now, we’re looking for a human. Yes, sir. A person of taste, who wants to embrace this place: live it, love it, turn it into space for events, dreams, maybe a farm I miss very much seeing small balls chasing each other in the meadow. There is a big house, on two - maybe three - floors, still in the rough, just waiting to be finished with love. Then, a short distance away, a tall tall hut! On rainy days we use it as a stadium: yes, the Pennuti Olympics! Jumping the perch, slalom between bales of hay, and singing competitions teams. Below all this, a basement - we would dare to say: a modern crypt - of 370 square meters. We call it "the belly of the dream". Practically a wonder. Everything is in Riese Pio X, province of Treviso, in a deliciously strategic position. Surrounded by greenery, but just a wing beat from everything you need. A perfect balance - like an acute held to perfection. And now I leave you: I have to fix the choir for tomorrow. We will do The Barber of Seville. Pino the hedgehog is prey to emotion. You, contact us. Come. We are waiting for you - feathered and ready. With esteem, grace and a touch of theatrical pen. Amelia, Goose of Scena.