The wild soul of Lower Piedmont
The wild soul of Lower Piedmont
Harvest night beautiful and mysterious: three-quarters moonlight outside and one-quarter hidden; but soon it will be all bright to witness my bride. For your oath I want as witness the wind that drives away the dense clouds and scatters the seed of flowers. In the meadows, in the fields and along the rows Crickets and spiders sing songs of melancholy, gazing at the laughing sky. Over there a dog barks: the carts advance slowly; the men and oxen are tired. But from now on there are songs and hearty laughter in the air from the thousand grape pickers who filled our valley with love and joy. Antologia Ovadese, Colombo Gajone
...And the eyes will see a landscape that enchants at every turn, while the mind feels a sense of calm conveyed by that pastoral environment that has remained intact over time.
In this section we will try to tell the story of lower Piedmont, a unique territory where hillside villages, built around castles and sanctuaries, embrace rows of vines, cultivated fields and entire wooded border areas, each with its own story to be relived and told.
