There is great debate here in Le Marche about where exactly to choose a home betwixt the mountains and the sea. Living between the two, I feel that both the Sibillini Mountains and the Adriatic Sea possess a certain magnetism that requires me to set out to visit them, not unlike a pilgrimage, one uphill to the flower meadows then out of the mountain lake we jump and off we go freewheeling downhill though the valleys to the shore. Having both we are spoilt for choice at lunchtime, shall we have risotto with wild asparagi up there or perhaps spaghetti vongole down at the coast where the crisp cloth will already be on the table, the cutlery polished and where the waiter will remember my name.
