A village of fishers crossed by the sea, white cliffs, gorgeous villas and refuges of pirates spangle the southern end of Salento... the last patch of Italian land where, according to tradition, two seas join up: the Ionian and the Adriatic seas.
A world where silence is part of the scenery: the silence of the canyons where falcons silently fly, the silent towers and the quiet pathways run across by stable men, the noiseless caverns (which can be visited by sea) where the light bounces from rock to rock, there where the land ends and the fishers' courses are still the same as they were when sailed by the Mycenaean heroes who, keeping sailing westwards after Troy, moored here to take on water and thank Zeus for the good crossing. |