Bellagio, Italy

It's where I learned that an Aperol spritz is best accompanied by a bowl of potato chips. Dressed up in a bar framed by dark wood and seated with leather, anything's fancy. 

Later on, when everyone else stays straight, take the right. The stairs are steep, but the cypress trees friendly. They'll stand at attention, ushering you up to the prettiest view and the bakery on the left -- enter it. You'll speak in Italian and feel wonderful. The nocciola gelato, capped with berries, helps. You won't forget how it tastes when the crowds disappear and you find a moment truly delicious.