“Living in a castle is romantic, but the reality was that I regularly ran through the rooms with buckets to catch leaks.”
Count Benedikt is waiting for you, ” a friendly girl says as I drop off my suitcase at the gate of Castello di Reschio. To get here, I drove up from the sleepy hamlet of Lisciano Niccone (I can’t call it a village) up the winding driveway lined with stately cypress trees. The castle hotel on the estate of the same name opened its doors a year ago. Thirty-five salon-sized rooms plus a tower suite dream. The metre-wide four-poster beds and rooms upholstered in candy cane colours have been posted about endlessly on social media. Before I can check whether everything is as beautiful in reality as in the pictures, I have to hurry to lunch. It is ora di pranzo and they take that very seriously in noble circles.
“If you walk across the courtyard and then past the pool and tennis courts, towards the horse stables, you’ll see the restaurant.” As the girl turns and walks away with my suitcase, I see her beautifully pleated long skirt looking chic from the back. Like a proud peacock.
Angel face
It is a beautiful October day and the tables on the terrace of Ristorante Alle Scuderie are covered with white linen and coarse earthenware. . Not much later I am
