Poetry in daily motion
Como. Milan’s discerning little sister. A haven for financiers and stylish seekers of the good life. In a city where quiet refinement reigns, Maserati Grecale strikes the perfect chord. More than just a luxury crossover SUV, this is a cultured companion for those who appreciate the rich pleasures of a day well spent.
Argegno, 8am
The low sun draws lines over the mountains, throwing shards of gold onto the cobbles. Sleek, sculpted and humming with promise, the Maserati Grecale eases out of the garage with the elegance of a diver slipping into the lake waters below. First stop, Pasticceria Grandi.
The way the day begins decides the shape of everything. So, when schedules allow, mornings follow a favourite routine: the newsstand on Via Milano for today’s Corriere della Sera and the latest Monocle, followed by a rousing drive down the SS340 to Argegno for the finest coffee in Como. It’s a ritual that the waiter knows, a doppio arriving before the Grecale’s soothing purr has subsided. “È la nuova Maserati?” asks the man at the next table. Smiles all round. Espresso savoured, news consumed, it is time to get to work.
Laglio, 12.30pm
A client meeting requires a view to impress. Lunch is at Da Luciano, a few elegant hairpins along the lake’s serpentine edge. There’s time for the scenic route, the Grecale flicked into GT mode. Like a good conversation, it listens as much as it speaks – a holy communion that never drags. A table on the veranda: caprese salad, bresaola, lake breezes. The Grecale waits under the cedar, flanked by lease cars and anonymous SUVs. None have that same sprezzatura, that purity of expression, the art of making daily life feel effortless.
Emanuele II, 4pm
Como is a city of curves and cobbles, yet adaptive air suspension makes it feel like gliding on vellum. That assertiveness, that purpose, it all carries over into an afternoon of meetings in the city. A pitch delivered with confidence, a deal secured. The reward? A jaunt to the menswear boutiques on Via Vittorio Emanuele II. Inside A.Gi.Emme, talk meanders from Neapolitan shoulders to summer-weight wools. The Grecale’s generous boot swallows the bespoke suit bag with ease. There’s no need to fold – Maserati knows its audience.
Lake Como, 7.30pm
A century on, Yacht Club Como still epitomises 1930s glamour. The Grecale feels at home amid the modernist lines, that famed trident logo catching the last sunbeams. Under the hood, the twin-turbo V6 engine, all three litres of it, is named Nettuno: “Neptune”, God of the sea. Out on the lake, a similar display of strength and vigour. Rowing takes rhythm, a smooth transition between drive and recovery. To sustain momentum, everything must be in perfect balance. Just like today. A schedule engineered to perfection, ending with a light supper at Brillo Osteria. Tomorrow holds more twists and turns, more connections and conversations. For now, though, there’s just contentment in motion, a day well spent.
