The sea is azure blue, the sandy beach warm after a lazy summer day. When you get on your Vespa or in your car, follow the winding road.
Just a few minutes.
To your left you look out over the green valley with its golden fields and small oleander nurseries. Sometimes interrupted by an old palm tree.
To your right are the rolling hills full of olive trees, the stucco houses, painted in pastel shades, are exchanged for farmhouses of golden yellow handmade bricks.
And then you see her, Palazzo Puro.
She rises above the tall reeds, as if she may have stood empty for twenty-five years, but has missed nothing of what was happening around her.
The entrance is overgrown, an old no-entry sign on a rusty chain tells that someone once lived here.
A neglected palm tree hangs its leaves mournfully. Oleanders are in bloom, spreading a sweet scent.
Through the bushes you can see the sea in the distance and you know how the summer vibe is within reach there under the colored beach umbrellas, while the silence here is only disturbed by the chirping of the crickets and the sound of the sea breeze in the trees.
You are in Italy on the Adriatic coast, in the Le Marche region. Not as well known as its famous sister, Tuscany, but just as beautiful.
The ancient village of Massignano to which Palazzo Puro belongs, lies in its back, slightly higher on the hill.
The coastal town you look out on from the garden is Cupra Marittima where the summers are long, the people friendly and the wine sparkling.