OPINION
The Italian Beach, Lost to the Lido
Editorial Board365 wordsEdition №94Tuesday, 25 August 2026 — Edition № 94
There is a small irony in the summer travel pages this year, one that The Local's editor Clare Speak captures with a wry eye. Italians, the people who invented the seaside holiday, are increasingly swapping their own beaches for those of Greece. The reason is not the beauty of the Aegean, which is considerable, but the experience of the Italian lido itself, which has become a byword for regimented discomfort: the rows of umbrellas, the fees for a patch of sand, the rules that turn a day by the sea into a bureaucratic exercise.
The international press has long framed Italy's beaches as a national treasure, a symbol of la dolce vita. But the coverage this summer reveals a more complicated truth: the treasure is being managed to exhaustion. The lido system, with its concessions and its queues, has transformed a public good into a private commodity, and Italians are voting with their feet, or rather with their ferry tickets. The exodus to Greece is not a rejection of the sea; it is a rejection of the way Italy has organised access to it.
This is a story the world's newspapers tell with a certain fondness, a tale of Italian self-deprecation. But we should read it more seriously. The beach is one of the few remaining spaces where Italians of all classes meet, where the North and the South share a common ritual. When that space becomes a luxury, when the cost of a day by the water rivals a meal in a restaurant, the country loses something more than tourism revenue. It loses a part of its social fabric.
The comparison with Greece is instructive. Our neighbours have managed to preserve a more informal, more accessible coastline, where the beach remains a place of freedom rather than a gated attraction. The lesson is not that Italy should copy Greece, but that it should remember its own tradition of the stabilimento balneare, which was once a democratic institution, not a profit centre. The world's coverage of the summer exodus is a gentle warning, wrapped in a travelogue. We would do well to heed it before the Italians who leave for Greece decide not to return.
