The Cinque Terre does not need a plan. It is five villages strung along a single coastal path, and you go in one end and come out the other.
What it needs is a slower pace than the signage suggests — and a willingness to stop in the village nobody photographs, because that is always the one you'll remember.
We skipped the famous viewpoint in favour of a back street with a wine bar and three tables. It was the best decision we made all week.
Occasional dispatches — new journal entries, quiet places we've just come back from, and the odd reading list. No schedule. No noise.