There’s something a bit magical about life in an Italian village. Winding cobbled lanes, neighbours who know your name, the slow chime of church bells and the promise of an afternoon spritz under the shade of a vine-draped pergola.

Moving to an Italian village means trading city noise for mountain views or rolling fields, swapping big supermarkets for shopkeepers who’ll slice your prosciutto just how you like it. But along with all that charm, be ready for things that move slowly and, occasionally, nosy glances if you’re new in town.