Monterosso al Mare seen from the water — the northernmost of the five Cinque Terre villages. (Elena Bascherini)
Some places do their own talking, and the Cinque Terre is one of them. Five small fishing and farming villages — Monterosso al Mare, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola and Riomaggiore — strung along the Ligurian coast in northwest Italy, half buried in vineyards that drop straight into the sea. Since 1997 they have been a UNESCO World Heritage Site, protected by a national park that watches over the terraced hillsides, the coastal trails, and the pastel houses that cling to the cliffs.
For anyone stationed in Europe, the Cinque Terre is one of the easiest weekend trips in Italy: about an hour by train from Pisa, two from Florence, three from Milan. You leave the car behind, hop between villages on local trains, and walk the rest. Or, as we did this time, you take to the water — because some coasts were really meant to be seen from where they begin.
Of the five villages, Monterosso al Mare is the largest and the only one with a proper sandy beach. It has two souls: the old town with its narrow lanes and the striped marble church of San Giovanni Battista, and Fegina, the newer waterfront side where the Nobel-winning poet Eugenio Montale spent his summers. This is where we spent our day.
Our day starts in Levanto, the easy-going town just north of the park. We meet Emiliano and his team at Pevea, a small family-run outfit that has been taking people along this stretch of coast for years. Small groups, well-kept boats, flexible departures: it’s the most honest way to see the Cinque Terre, far from the crowded ferries, with the freedom to stop in a cove for a swim or just for the quiet.
Pevea — boat tours from Levanto
Pevea’s boat ready to leave the Levanto marina. (courtesy of Pevea)
We cast off and Levanto slowly pulls away. The air smells of salt and maritime pine. Within minutes the boat is pointing south and we are facing one of the most beautiful sights on this coast: Punta Mesco, the promontory that separates Levanto from Monterosso. It’s a marine protected area, with rock dropping vertically into clear water and the ruins of an old medieval hermitage perched on top.
As the bow cuts through, there’s nowhere safe to rest your eyes. Above us, the high coastal trails. Below, beds of posidonia seagrass that make this one of the richest stretches of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Dolphins pass through here, and if you’re lucky, even the fin whales of the Pelagos Sanctuary.
Once we round the point, the landscape changes in seconds. The pastel houses of Monterosso appear like a postcard — yellow, pink, ochre — the church bell tower rising over the old town, and to our left the long Fegina beach with its lines of umbrellas.
Arriving at Monterosso al Mare from the water: the old town, the bell tower and Fegina beach. (Elena Bascherini)
Coming into Monterosso by boat has its own small ritual. You step onto the pier, say goodbye to Emiliano, and walk into the old town through the pedestrian tunnel that links the harbor to Fegina. The first thing you notice is the color: Ligurian facades are never painted by chance — every shade is regulated — and walking through here feels like crossing a palette.
A few stops are worth a slow look. The Church of San Giovanni Battista, with its Gothic-Ligurian facade of white marble and dark serpentine stripes. The Capuchin convent on the San Cristoforo hill, which divides the village in two and gives one of the best views in the whole Cinque Terre. And the famous Statue of the Giant on Fegina beach — fourteen meters of early 20th-century stonework still watching over the bay.
From here, we head into the living heart of the old town: Via Roma, Monterosso’s main street, lined with shops, trattorias, gelaterias, and small workshops where Ligurian tradition is still something you can touch with your hands.
Via Roma, the main street of Monterosso’s old town. (Elena Bascherini )
A small green sign on Via Roma stops us: Pesto Lab. It’s an artisan pesto workshop, one of the few places left in Italy where you can actually watch pesto being made the old way — in a marble mortar, with a wooden pestle.
Davide Faravelli, who founded the lab, welcomes us in. Davide turned his family’s passion for pesto into a small, honest project where Liguria’s most famous sauce is made fresh every day with DOP ingredients: Genoese basil, Ligurian extra-virgin olive oil, pine nuts, Vessalico garlic, Trapani sea salt, and the two traditional cheeses — aged Parmigiano Reggiano and Sardinian Pecorino.
Davide Faravelli at the marble mortar: this is where real Genoese pesto begins. (Elena Bascherini)
Davide explains that the difference between mortar-made and machine-made pesto isn’t a matter of fashion — it’s chemistry. The heat from metal blades oxidizes the basil, turns it dark, and dulls the aroma. Cold marble and wood crush the leaves without warming them, releasing the essential oils and keeping that bright green that is the signature of pesto done right. A quiet lesson in tradition, told by someone who clearly loves the craft.
Pesto Lab — artisan pesto workshop in Monterosso
Once the demonstration is over, we step into the small shop. The shelves hold 80-gram jars of DOP Genoese pesto, along with other Ligurian specialties: walnut sauce, seafood pasta sauces, taralli, local extra-virgin olive oil. They travel well — a small edible souvenir from the Cinque Terre.
Jars of DOP Genoese pesto at the Pesto Lab shop, ready to take home. (Elena Bascherini)
The afternoon asks for a slower pace, and Monterosso knows exactly where to give it. Up above the old town, reached by a short scenic walk through olive trees and vines, sits the Hotel Porto Roca — a historic four-star built right on the cliff, with a view that wraps around the whole bay and reaches all the way back to Punta Mesco on clear days.
We head up for an aperitivo. The Porto Roca’s terrace bar is one of those places that explains, on its own, why this coast is so loved: an infinity pool facing the Tyrrhenian, low couches turned toward the sunset, a few lemon trees, and Italian music drifting under the sound of the waves.
Hotel Porto Roca — Monterosso al Mare
The view from the Porto Roca terrace: the bay of Monterosso at sunset. (Elena Bascherini)
The staff brings out a board of Ligurian cured meats and cheeses, warm focaccia, Taggiasca olives, a few small warm bites from the kitchen, and a glass of Cinque Terre DOC — the local white made from Vermentino, Bosco and Albarola, the native grapes growing on the very terraces in front of us. For about an hour, with the sun sliding down and the light turning the village gold, the world feels suspended.
Aperitivo on the Porto Roca terrace: a glass of Cinque Terre DOC with the bay below. (Elena Bascherini)
When the sun is fully down and the air turns cooler, we walk back down to the old town. Dinner is waiting at Al Bistrot di Monterosso, a small place we chose for its rare balance: careful Ligurian cooking, an informal room, and a wine list that pays real attention to the local producers.
Hervé and Giuseppe run the floor in the old-fashioned sense of hospitality: they welcome you, they suggest without pushing, they tell you about the dishes and then let you decide. Their idea of cooking is a careful rereading of Ligurian tradition — local ingredients, clean execution, plates that are thoughtful without being overworked.
The team at Al Bistrot di Monterosso: real Ligurian hospitality. (courtesy of Hervé Marinier.)
Small plates start arriving: burrata with gently cooked pink shrimp and fresh cherry tomatoes, local seafood antipasti, fresh pasta with the day’s pesto, and Monterosso’s own anchovies — a Slow Food presidium. A glass of Cinque Terre DOC closes the circle of a day that started on the water.
Burrata with shrimp and cherry tomatoes: Ligurian cooking at the Bistrot. (Elena Bascherini)
We leave the Bistrot when the village has already gone quiet, lit only by warm lamplight and the sound of slow footsteps. At night, Monterosso keeps something that famous destinations usually lose: it is still a real village before it is a postcard. And maybe that is the real gift of the Cinque Terre — the feeling, after just one day, that you have started to really know it. That pesto isn’t a sauce but a place, that the sea isn’t a backdrop but a point of view, and that some towns are better told in a low voice, with a glass in your hand and someone saying, “come back whenever you want.”
Getting there — Monterosso al Mare is on the regional train line: about 1 hour from Pisa, 2 from Florence, 3 from Milan. From USAG Italy (Vicenza) or Aviano, plan on 4–5 hours by car plus train.
When to go — April–June and September–October offer the best balance: mild weather, open trails, and far fewer crowds than July–August.
Pevea — Levanto — Small-group boat tours along the Cinque Terre and Levanto coastline. pevea.it
Pesto Lab — Monterosso, Via Roma — Artisan workshop and shop for DOP Genoese pesto. Live demonstrations available. pestolab.org
Hotel Porto Roca — Monterosso — Cliffside four-star with a panoramic terrace bar and infinity pool open to non-guests for aperitivo. portoroca.it
Al Bistrot di Monterosso — Ligurian cuisine in the heart of the old town. albistrotdimonterosso.com