Italian Riviera (Liguria)
All this part of the Italian Riviera is unusually attractive. In the wide and deep bay opened in front of us, Santa Margherita appears, then Rapallo, Chiavari. Even further Sister Levante. The yacht, turning on the other side, glides a short distance from the cliffs, and now, at the end of this cape, which we just circled, a hidden gorge suddenly opens where the sea penetrates, almost indistinguishable from thickets of pine, olive and chestnut trees. A small village, Portofino, is expanding like a crescent moon around this calm bay …
(Guy de Maupassant)
Colorful vacation. You can only get confused before the choice. The pastel colors of typical houses facing the horizon, the bright blue of the sea, the coast, painted in gold and silver, playing with the bright colors of beach umbrellas, pink sunsets, reflected on the snow-white hull of a pleasure yacht included in the “marine fleet” of Lavagna, the shade of ancient stones. Warm lines of hospitality, humanity, a mixture of sea salt and
Sparks of fantasy
Fantasy is a cascade of fireworks, the sparkle of flashes in a night without sleep due to a series of pyrotechnic scenes during the July Holidays in Rapallo. Fantasy – the ability to combine the right ingredients, perhaps the simplest and most natural, to get a dish that rewards feelings. Fantasy means to travel in the past, leading hand in hand into the future charm of public holidays, the secrets of the rites passed from father to son. Fantasy is a record cake in honor of the old Fieschi family and sea competitions, revitalizing and uniting the whole of Tigullio.
Rapallo gained world historical fame in April 1922, when, after the First World War, an agreement was reached between Germany and the USSR. Foreign Ministers Chicherin and Rathenau signed an agreement to reject reparations and establish diplomatic relations. A scattering of precious emeralds, a green frame surrounds and emphasizes the intense blue of the sea. Soft hills, deep hollows, typical lonely cultivated “terraces”, meadows, decorated with cascades of sunny yellow gorse. The Mediterranean spot of the Portofino cape, a treasury of nature, with its paths deliberately created to be bewitched. Silence, light air, chirping of grasshoppers and cicadas. Lonely cavalcade, fishing line abandoned by the river in Val Sturla. A walk in the forests of Val d’Aveto, Val Fontanabuona or Val Gravella or an hour of relaxation in the shade of green-silver olive.
How many colors shade the sea? How many glare waves know? The artist’s palette is not enough to describe the emotions of immersion, the feelings experienced where the green of the hill merges with the turquoise of the sea, basking in the hot embrace of the bay in complicity with the bend of the bay. The sea is life, the sea is energy. The sea is a crystal basin in which the houses of Portobello Bay are reflected. The sea is a still and calm expanse, visible from the window of the Montallegro funicular rising to the sky from Rapallo. Sea – a boat sail mingling with the horizon in the open sea opposite Moneglia, between the pink tongues of sunset. Or is it a caress of white foam, easily touching the sandy quarries of Paraja kissing the Bay of Tales (Bahia delle Favole) in Sestri Levante.
Day at …
Why not spend one day on other beauties? A stone’s throw from Tigullio is Genoa, “Magnificent.” Sea city, city of art, with the Aquarium and the Doge’s Palace (Palazzo Ducale). And if you are here, do not miss the magical atmosphere of the Cinque Terre zone, with its villages resembling ships ready to set sail. Chiavari is waiting for those wishing to stay in Tigullio: choose the second day off when the city accepts the antiques market. If you love the mountains a stone’s throw from the sea, do not lose your day in Val d’Aveto, or collect panoramas by following the Alta Via road of the Ligurian Mountains: on foot or on horseback. Cape Portofino trails and the Oro Nero route open up slate pits in Val Fontanabuona in the Graveglia Valley from May to the end of October in the town square (Piazza Municipio) in the town of Conscenti every Saturday from 9-00 to 12-00 the market runs on where you can buy local delicacies.
Silver dust hourglass
The past is like an hourglass filled with silver dust, the dust of the church square of the Basilica dei Fieschi and the Borzon Abbey, the dust of a Gothic monastery in Valle Cristi and the 18th-century interior of the Montallegro church. A past story kept by sea vows, witnesses of terrible storms and pardoned lives. Or the lines of the Church of St. George (S. Giorgio) and the walls of Brown Castle, Portofino observation tower. Escaping time can come to life in the beautiful halls of Villa Durazzo in S. Margherita Ligure and knock on the front gate of the Rocca Palace in Chiavari. The past, according to legend, is the Roman bridge in Rapallo, crossed by Hannibal before crossing swords in the second Punic war.