The Bregaglia Crossing
A walking line from the chestnut woods of Soglio over the Pass and down into the marble valleys of Italy, sleeping in three family-run inns along the way.
A small studio of writers and guides composing unhurried, single-thread journeys — one region, one season, walked or sailed or driven at the pace it deserves.
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A walking line from the chestnut woods of Soglio over the Pass and down into the marble valleys of Italy, sleeping in three family-run inns along the way.
Eighty-nine islands, almost none inhabited, aboard a wooden ketch with a cook who shops each harbour by hand. Swim stops decided by the wind.
A driven journey through kasbah towns and palm oases to the deep dunes of Chigaga, ending with three nights in a desert camp and a sky full of nothing else.
The old post road through the Kiso Valley in winter, ryokan to ryokan, with cypress forests, hot springs, and the kind of silence that only deep snow makes.
"We arrange the inns a season ahead, walk every stage ourselves in the same week you will, and rewrite the route if a single bridge has washed out. A journey only goes in the catalogue once we'd send our own family on it."
9 regions · 31 journeys · 2 seasons each
A whole journey arranged so quietly that it felt like luck — except nothing ever went wrong. The Bregaglia inns alone were worth the fare.
I came back and read the field journal cover to cover. They write the way they travel — slowly, and like every detail is owed your full attention.
Snow on the Nakasendō, a ryokan window, and our guide reciting the old post-road history by the fire. I have never felt time move so generously.
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