Love me in Liguria: Apricale and the stone streets

Love me in Liguria: Apricale and the stone streets

A small medieval village on the west coast of Liguria emerged on a hill overlooking the entire coastline: Apricale is a place full of charm and history.

Situated on the west coast, on a hill overlooking the whole coast, Apricale stands. It is a small hamlet whose name derives from the Latin “apricus” which means “exposed to the sun” and is just the light that gives the village a unique charm and atmosphere. During the years Apricale has been the destination of numerous artists from all over the world who have contributed to “restoring, painting and rediscovering” making it a place of great, charming and magical place.

«We reach apricale when the sun finally manages to win against the clouds, and the roofs of tiles and slates of the houses around us shine like diamonds. Even the Castello della Lucertola (Castle of the Lizard), sitting there high on the top of the rocky spur, seems to stretch its arms of stone towards the light, searching for warmth like the animal it was named after. They tell us that during the summer the inner courtyard is transformed into an open-air stage: a village in love with the clouds and the sun. We lose ourselves within the narrow walls passing under too low arches, we stop to peek inside small shops that smell of fresh paint and ancient passions, we kiss at the crossroads of cobbled streets that still have a feel of ancient times. Yet, even in a world of stone, you are able to find love. You gently point them out to me with your hand, almost afraid to frighten them away. Above the wooden gates of the houses, near ancient lanterns in the darkest alleys, at the corner of a street, under the arch of a staircase, dozens of murals light up in colour, brightening your eyes. They are religious scenes, pastoral scenes, rural scenes, they are the souls of Apricale that exude from its stones, they are the testimony to an art that never dies. So, when you look at me at a certain point and confide in me seriously that there is a bicycle on the top of the bell tower, I kiss you and I promise that we will return here again, to the small village that searches for heaven and where bikes fly.»

Love me in Liguria, Apricale, stone