Come to Apulia, wander around much, wander above and wander below, head for the inland parts of the province of Taranto and get your fill of beauty among ravines and rupestrian churches, a treasure trove of colours.    

Apulia never goes upwards, never curls, never flares up its land, ever. Above, the sky is always clear with several clouds, white clouds like a flock of sheep tended by a pirate wind that runs free, teases, lashes, blows strongly between seas. Above, only the bold bell towers in Romanesque and Baroque style, only those. And everything else is “blu dipinto di blu” as Domenico Modugno sang in his “Volare”.

Below, on the other hand, there is the risk of mixing the senses, too many colours, too many perfumes, too much all. In Apulia, you look down and - as Alessandro Piva says – you feel dizzy because of all its beauty. It happens exactly in the inland parts of Taranto, where the Murgia gently slides towards the Ionian sea and where the karst phenomena invented a deep universe, caved into the rock by the water erosion: the ravines.

Carlos Solito