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A gleaming pot is filled with a custard so vibrantly yellow it could be molten gold. The server spoonfully serves the sugary, egg-yolk elixir, known as *zabaglione*, into dishes for soaking warm *pansarole* doughnuts. We fall silent, a quiet race to secure the remaining bite. We are literally savoring life's sweetness.

This dessert is a tradition in Apricale, a storybook village in Liguria, Italy's curved region that lines the Mediterranean Sea. It's a different universe from the crowded Five Lands and upscale Portofino to the south-east. This western edge, on the south-eastern border with France, feels more authentic and calmer in the winter, with more residents than tourists. Unburdened from competing for reservations, you are free to be in the moment. Let whim be your director – or, in our family's instance, our appetites.

A Familial Quest Inspired by Passion for Italian Cuisine

I came to Liguria with my twin, her husband, and their teenage children, inspired by my sister's studies in Italy and our mutual love for the country's comforting, kid-friendly cuisine. Our road trip traveled from the coastal Riviera dei Fiori to a cluster of ancient hilltop villages. In just a small area, we traveled through history.

A former partner from Sicily had shown me Liguria one winter. Though it poured, the alpine ranges shield against the wind, creating a special weather zone with moderate temperatures that average 13C. Our December trip was filled with the most gorgeous winter light, apt for meals in the open air.

The Border Town: A Town Perched Between Sea and Sky

Driving east from Nice, the road is punctuated by a series of breathtaking curves and tunnels. Our initial destination was a 45-minute drive away, just over the French border. Ventimiglia is divided into two parts: the busy lower town and the historical hilltop quarter, suspended above the coast. On a sunny terrace, we tucked into crispy squid paired with coastal vistas. The kids made like pirates in front of a statue of the Black Corsair, the star of a famous swashbuckling novel.

We stepped through the tangled web of the medieval quarter via the old stone archway. Laundry draped from colorful buildings, their characterful aging coming from centuries of wear. Two places of worship on Via Giuseppe Garibaldi have notable elements: the lifelike *Cristo Morto* (statue) and an old stone basin.

We entered the tangled streets of the ancient quarter where laundry was draped over colorful buildings, their character from age the product of hundreds of years.

The Village of Dolceacqua: Ancient Paths and a Monet Bridge

Back in the car, we drove 20 minutes north to the riverside village of Dolceacqua. An quick lookup for "hotels with bathtubs" led us to a charming historic lodging set in the 19th-century neighborhood. Its rustic rooms are paired with contemporary jacuzzis. The ancient Terra quarter sits across the Nervia river via the beautiful Ponte Vecchio that the painter Monet famously painted, as evidenced by a silhouette of him by the riverside.

On the castle road, the children felt "closed in by the ancient houses" that tilted toward each other. We ascended the narrow Ligurian *caruggi* (passageways) to the Doria Castle. Named for a notable clan from the 12th-17th centuries, Dolceacqua's historic landmark is now an open-air vestige of dramatic arches, a history lesson that is ideal for exploration.

Back in town for an evening drink, every drink came with a complimentary snacks – "The way it's done," remarked a family member. Our server at a nearby eatery promised us: "You'll love it all. If you aren't pleased, I'll finish it." We enjoyed local specialties: *trofie* (small, twisted) pasta with basil sauce, potatoes and green beans, and *barbajuan* (vegetable and cheese-filled) fritters. All paired with the regional wine, an robust red that's seldom found abroad due to the challenging terrain's small production.

The Artists' Town: Precariously Perched Beauty

The next day, we traveled a quarter-hour north-east to one of "the country's loveliest hamlets", this stunning village. The red-roofed village clings to lush hillsides, seemingly hanging on. Known as an creative hub, Apricale's winding lanes are decorated by murals. We got a personal tour, with wandering felines the only inhabitants on the quiet roads.

The heart of town, Piazza Vittorio Emanuele, is framed by two historic churches and the carefully maintained millennium-old Lizard Castle, whose dank dungeon evoked the middle ages. As did the equally vaulted stone dining room at a nearby ristorante, where we half expected the waiter to slice our meat with a sword. The source of the aforementioned egg-yolk dessert also serves robust *coniglio* (hare) and meat dish with cornmeal and *farinata* (crispy chickpea fritters). Returning to the hotel, we popped into Perinaldo, another photogenic town, for a digestive *passeggiata* – the classic Italian gentle amble.

The Coastal City

Back on the coast, Sanremo felt like a large town compared with the hilltop hamlets. The city of 53,000 became a resort town in the 1800s, when wealthy Europeans, particularly Britons, decamped to the Mediterranean for its curative winter climate. Decorative belle epoque hotels, casinos and mansions are testaments to this era, their weathered grandeur like a celebrity in her twilight years.

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