Unsung Asolo, up on its hill, is as elegant now as it was in the days of Freya Stark, Hemingway and Robert Browning (who bought a house here). The church bells still toll on Sundays, the Maggiore fountain still spouts from an aqueduct underground, the Caffé Centrale still serves glorious gelati. Right above, facing the square, is the first-floor apartment of a two-storey palazzo, a former Venetian summer retreat. It’s luxurious, spacious, peaceful and inviting. Find a big creamy salon with 18th-century frescoes and marmorini, Persian carpets, French antiques, a dining table that seats six, and a charming kitchen with a pod coffee machine and a stylish Smeg fridge. It’s perfect for a family with older kids, or a group of food and history-keen friends. Follow the Colli Asolani wine route, for vineyards producing superior prosecco (Italy’s champagne) and 16th-century Palladian villas like the Villa Barbaro (it’s down the road). Then back to dinner in town – try the atmospheric Al Bacaro or the glorious Cipriani – followed by a soak in your gleaming claw-foot bath.