Every piece at La Mercanteria has a story, and owner Luigi Caiazza will happily tell you all of them. Each of all the stone rooms have been meticulously filled with restored farmhouse furniture, painted Puglian jugs, shelf upon shelf of old apothecary jars and the turquoise-green glazed jugs. We just hope you left room in your suitcase!

In a town built on olive oil, Burro has sided with butter. Their signature creations are easy to mistake for sculptures: whipped into tall golden peaks, ready for thick slices of homemade sourdough and a spoonful of jam (the cafe’s specialty). The room is all vaulted ceilings, peeling plaster and blue-framed doors, with barely enough tables to go round. Come early, or make friends in the queue.

This Ostuni bread-oven-turned-osteria is one of the best-loved tables in town. Dining in the 16th-century cave, among white tablecloths, hand-painted plates and wine bottles wedged into the rock, feels like being let in on a very old secret. You can’t go wrong with the courgette flowers, the orecchiette, the tiramisù – anything, really. Just book ahead.

Long before it went designer, Malibu was a windsurf and streetwear shop. That was 1985. Founder Giuseppe “Peppino” Suma has since swapped wetsuits for a sharp edit of men’s and women’s fashion, from big Italian names to smaller labels you won’t spot back home. You’ll find it a short wander from the old town’s lanes.