Alleys and Portals

In the evening have a look at Torraca, ancient silent land, where whispers and winds give names to peace. Look at Torraca in the rising light of the morning, princess waking at the sea kiss. Since her prince is the sea. Nor could she survive without the sea. The one who can’t understand this unending dialogue between Torraca and the sea – through thousands of paths in the woods, the plateaus, the terraces, the passages, the stairs – this one can’t appreciate Torraca. Torraca is a whole of fragments of land over the unique sea. Its 700 hectares of hills are a patrimony of nature and history, a tale of “ agriturismo”and hospitality. It’s a land of woods and its centre is surrounded by high picks. At every time of the day it’s a speech of civilization. The night hours can’t take away what Torraca is. Place of artisans and angels, shepherds and nymphs, hard rocks and fairies. Space for hawks. Hearth of winds, silence and water.