Sun-whitened figs at Fratelli Marano in Amantea
Amantea splits itself on purpose. Down low: a long Tyrrhenian beach, a straight lungomare, umbrellas and scooters and gelato that collapses before you sit. Up the slope, Amantea Paese keeps the stone lanes, a castle stump, and a slower clock. Between those two speeds is what I actually pack for—dried figs the color of old … Read more