Camogli, house of wives…..
Camogli is a beautiful hamlet overlooking the Gulf Paradise, adjacent to Portofino Mountain.A
picturesque seaside village characterized by tall houses painted in bright colors that fascinate the view.
Ca… wives, wives’ house or who knows houses in heaps. and other interpretations of the origin of the name of this marina huddled in the Paradise Gulf.
Yet it is not so much the evocative succession of this pile of tall pastel-colored houses from where it is said the women waited for the arrival of the fishing boats with husbands and children on board, but an immanent presence of the sea God.
Have fun finding at the bottom of the promenade a small marble plaque on which someone wanted to immortalize it with these words “Sea, you defy time from the dawn of the worl
d”. Everything and everyone seems inexorably attracted by the waves that once lapped the doors of the house and the boathouses.
Even the trees would like to dive, like those two centuries-old pine trees that face dangerously along the Walk barely held back by the hand of ma
n. Even the long staircases that join the caruggi above and below seem made only to descend, to rush to sea and there remain like the crowd of bathers who just do not want to know to go back to loathing “on the surface”.
Only the scent of the flatbreads, the smell of fish and other Ligurian specialties bring to the surface the desire to touch the ground, perhaps to take refuge in the marina where cheerful fishing boats gloat, under the stern and good-natured gaze of the ancient Castel Dragon that was fortress and prison and that no less ancient than the Holy Church Mary Assumption both of the 12th century. Don’t mind that giant frying pan attached to the entrance to this seafaring hamlet, rusted by time is just a sign of the generosity of the Camogliesi. Since that time someone in 1952 had the idea of to offer the guests of the city a fried fish, now every second Sunday of May is repeated that gesture and it is festival, the Fish Festival… if you can’t miss it.
Don’t mind that giant frying pan attached to the entrance to this seafaring hamlet, rusted by time is just a sign of the generosity of the Camogliesi.
Since that time someone in 1952 had the idea of offering the guests of the city a fried fish, now every second Sunday of May is repeated that gesture and it is festival, the Fish Festival… if you can’t miss it.
(Ruggero De Pas)
Journalist chevalier: Ruggero De Pas (1942-2013
)Livornese by birth, emigrated to France 19 years old to pursue a dream, De Pas had long been a correspondent of Radio Switzerland, journalist on France Inter radio and president of the Ape, the association of Foreign Press. In 2009, for creating the reception center for the foreign press based first at the Maison de la Radio and then at the Grand Palais, he was awarded the highest honor French, the Legion d’Honneur. Rest in the Jewish cemetery of Livorno.