There is a stretch of southern Italy where the country narrows to a heel and the land seems to flatten under a much larger sky. Puglia begins a little north of Bari and runs for almost 400 kilometres down to the tip of the Salento, with the Adriatic on one side and the Ionian on the other, and very little in between but olive groves, dry-stone walls and small white towns balanced on low hills. Overlooked by tourists for years, Puglia was Italy’s little secret.
Although Puglia is well on the map, it retains a still, slow pace, under blue skies and almost perpetual sunshine. For visitors, mornings open over an espresso in the shaded square of a whitewashed village; afternoons are given to a swim in an iridescent sea; evenings stretch out at a long table under a fig tree, with a carafe of Primitivo and a plate of orecchiette drizzled in local olive oil. The architecture is unique to Puglia, in particular the conical trulli, fortified masserie and baroque facades in soft honey-coloured stone. The food is among the most ingredient-led in the country, simple yet full of natural goodness.








