A few hundred residents, a horseshoe of ochre and rose-coloured houses, a piazzetta the size of a tennis court and a harbour just deep enough for the yachts that anchor off it each summer: Portofino is one of Italy’s most enduring sights. Tucked into the tip of a green promontory that juts into the Gulf of Tigullio, east of Genoa, it began life as a Roman fishing port and spent the 20th century becoming shorthand for a certain kind of Italian glamour. A day in Portofino is a delight for the traveller who loves to gaze onto beautiful things. Mornings are for the walk up to the lighthouse before the day boats arrive; middays for a swim in the emerald cove at Paraggi or a crossing by boat to the abbey at San Fruttuoso; evenings for the slow ritual of aperitivo in the Piazzetta as the light turns the houses to amber and the last excursion boats slip back toward Santa Margherita. It is a place to be savoured rather than conquered, and it holds its charm for families, couples and solo wanderers.








