The Italian Grand Prix is F1's great immovable object. Since the inception of the World Championship in 1950, it's occupied the same weekend at the start of September – give or take a couple of days. While the leaves may be starting to turn in more northerly latitudes, in Monza there's very much a feeling of late summer: it's a nice time of year to wander the streets with an ice cream – or sit on a terrace with a glass of Barolo.
Look north from the pitlane at Monza and, on a clear day, the Alps loom in the distance, in several places marking the border between Italy and Switzerland – and nestled in the foothills are the deep blue glacial lakes of Como, Maggiore and Lugano. Since Roman times, the well-to-do have been coming here to escape the humidity of the plains. It's a little more accessible now, with the train from Monza taking 29 minutes to Como, at the southern tip of its eponymous lake's western leg. The end of summer is a great time to tour the villas, villages and ornamental gardens that fringe the lakes, and a variety of cruises crisscross them – though there's something to be said for hiring a speedboat and acting like James Bond on his day off.
For those who want to go a bit further north, the Bernina Red Train takes a panoramic tour over into Switzerland, reaching the highest point accessible by train in Europe, featuring spectacular views, and the sort of cliff-hanging railway engineering bravado that the Swiss use to terrify tourists. You'll need a strong coffee and a pastry in St Moritz to recover.
If your interests are a little more urban, then Monza, while a city in its own right, has become in essence a suburb of Milan. It is, of course, a sightseeing delight, with the Duomo, La Scala, da Vinci's The Last Supper and the Quadrilatero della moda and Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II for those in need of a high-fashion hit. And if you really, really like cars, take on a side quest to Turin for the Museo Nazionale dell’Automobile. The cars are great, but the building is fantastic.