Leopardi's Room

"Always dear was this lonely hill, and this hedge, which from so much part Of the ultimate horizon the view excludes." The poet sings the Marchigiano landscape that inflates the heart and warms the soul. Here life flows gently cradled by the rivers Bosso and Burano. Here the fresh wind full of vitality. Here long walks on the peaks of Petrano, Catria and Nerone. "So through this Immensity is drowned my thoughts: And being shipwrecked is sweet to me in this sea." Hello (Website hidden by Airbnb) I'm Giacomo. I am very happy to host you and I hope you will choose this wonderful valley for your stop. Side by side the Church of Mercy, my house has seen many, going from being the hospital to the plague victims of the City (do not worry we are talking about a hundred years ago!) To the defensive tower of one of the doors of entry. This is why it develops vertically with nice little windows suitable for defense with the shotgun. The walls of the 400 keep the house cool in summer and warm in winter. (sometimes ancient things work better than modern ones :) PS: Each room has a private bathroom.