You bet they do, and Hotel Splendido is one of the reasons. Inside, the hotel is surprisingly compact. The lift is one of those squishy European affairs that punish you for a decent lunch, but the rooms can comfortably accommodate a Louis Vuitton steamer trunk. Most have windows that swing open to a view of cone-shaped hills and the Ligurian Sea.
Facilities have a patrician flavor.
There's a saltwater pool sunk into the terrace, a tennis court, a private beach and a hotel speedboat available for water-skiing or excursions. Half a kilometre down the road is arguably the world's most gorgeous fishing village, Portofino, probably the only place on earth where whiskery old men unload their catch in front of an Armani boutique. Rising from the tiny, tortellini-shaped harbor, the cobblestoned piazza is enclosed by houses painted in amber, yellow and cream. The final element of this postcard scenery is the craggy limestone hills that rise fast and high above the town, arranged just so, with belle epoque villas, gently crumbling castles and screens of cypress trees. Well worth a life a crime, if that's what it takes to get there.