Reviewed by Michael Cullen
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CAPOFARO - REVIEW
A huddle of low white buildings, with cane-shaded terraces, draped armchairs and carpets of purple flowers, looks out past 7 hectares of vineyards and a flaking lighthouse to a deep blue sea. It could be Santorini without the crowds. But this is the Tyrrhenian Sea so, instead of the caldera, you get the distant volcano of Stromboli; behind you loom the lush pyramids of Salina's mountains.
By day, guests tan by the decked pool, the sea shimmers below, bamboos wave, grapes grow. At night Stromboli throws sparks into the night sky, and the poolside restaurant-bar comes alive with chilled music and beautiful people. This is the new hotspot, aiming to topple the Raya (from whom it stole the GM and 2 staff) from its perch of cool. Bedrooms are pared-down white cubes with the slickest of fittings and pampering bathrooms. Cuisine is ultra-refined Aeolian with a twist. Salina is tiny but repays exploration by boat, moped or foot: crystal waters, smooth-stoned beaches, twisting paths through semi-tropical flora. Come in spring or autumn and you will have it almost to yourself. |