Palazzo Brandano
Petroio, southern Tuscany, Italy
Modern-Renaissance hotel with fab views and an excellent terrace restaurant in a small 12th-century hilltown between Siena and Lago Trasimeno
It was, I am told, the ‘terracotta capital’, the hub of
Tuscany’s fired-earth potteries; but modern-day Petroio is a
sleepy little place. There is a narrow main street which spirals
round the hillside up to a church, one bar (which opens on a whim),
a butcher, a baker, and a hairdresser (which opens once a week). It
has a museum (the Museo della Terracotta), and an artisan pottery
studio, but you are more likely to see a line of washing strung
across a courtyard than a crowd of tourists lining up to take
pictures. And therein lies its charm.
Karim and Miriam Hwaidak (he’s Egyptian, she’s German)
settled on Petroio as the place to open an equally charming hotel.
A sandstone palazzo with green shutters and a terrace which clings
to the hillside, it was named after "Il Brandano", (Bartolomeo
Garosi), a Renaissance saint born in the village. The 11
comfortable rooms and suites have traditional
décor with rustic roots and one foot in the Middle Ages -
note the nouveau frescoes, hand-painted on parchment walls. If
there was a boutique hotel for Renaissance artists, this is what it
would look like.

Reviewed by Lesley Gillilan
Last updated 26 January 2012
Highs
- Location, location: a slice of real Italian village life within easy-peasy distance of Pienza, Montalcino and Montepulciano
- The restaurant alone (delicious food, impeccable service, great views) is worth a visit or a detour
- The staff are exceptional: nothing is too much trouble, and you’ll know them all by name (Joergen, Ousmane, Massimo) by the time you leave
- There is a policy to upgrade when rooms are available
Lows
- No pool
- Not quite enough off-street parking for everyone, but your car can be valet-parked in the village
- It can get a little noisy in the evening, mostly chatter and laughter drifting up from the terrace below
- Although delivered with the usual charm, breakfast lacks the imaginative lustre of lunch or dinner



































