by Stefano Toria and Luciano Bonzini
I am always happy to return to Liguria, the land in which my wife was born, and where I feel at home, as if I had been adopted.
It has not to do only with the sea; the Ligurian land lives half way between reality and fantasy. A land with hard-working people and dreamlike landscapes, with whitewashed walls crawling all the way down to the sea besides the flagstone-paved «crêuze». Town centres with their typical endless «carruggi» full of perfumes beckoning you to go discover, or again colourful and tasteful foods with strong-sounding names: fugàssa, gianchetti, fainà, pignêu.
One walks round a dark corner at the border of a square, and is blinded by a dazzling light, with the strong scent of the sea at hand.
One more corner, and under one’s feet is a «rissêu», of breath-taking beauty.