Everywhere the gaze frames the horizon it looks like a postcard, I can only think that this is the perfect place, at least for me.
The wind is blowing and the sea I hadn’t imagined so furious but I’m not cold, this place warms me like a tailored coat and embraces me with a rare beauty.
More than twenty years have passed since that day and, technically, I have never left there. I live as much as I can in an attic three minutes walk from that feeling that has never left me.
Levanto and its valley with the villages hanging from the ridges as when decorating the houses in the nativity scene offers a Mediterranean nature full of aromas and brackish air, delicious wines and many stories. Walking here in the scrub and holm oak woods overlooking the sea is a gift and a unique experience.
Come with me to discover the history and nature of the village and its valley.