Il mare del mito. Viaggio tra i paesaggi del Tirreno in Sud Italia

A kaleidoscope of landscape of extraordinary beauty. Of extraordinary nature. Golden sand dunes, pebble banks, still lagoons. Silent. Frilled coves, emerald green. Rock faces fleeing from hills, mountains and rocky layers, leaping into the blue. Falcons guarding over the giddy cliffs. Fragrant maquis and pines dotted here and there, teetering over empty space. And more: the sum of all things, volcanoes with sulphurous spirits blending with the heady perfume of fruit and olive trees, knotted and gnarled, centuries old like fossils almost. Within the craggy folds, the shadowy hollows of storybook caves and caverns. Inside, stalactites and stalagmites abound, brightened by reflections of blue. Pulled down from the skies as a gift to the bowels of Mother Earth.
And within this natural blend, as one might expect, a secret ingredient. What makes the difference. What makes it special. This sea of ours, mare nostrum, has good reason to be proud: it quivers with the past. It has been said that "there is more history in one tiny wave of the Mediterranean than in all the waters of the oceans".
Once again Carlos Solito ventures south to the primeaval Mediterranean. A rare terrifying beauty which has enchanted musicians, poets and writers throughout the years. Cathedrals of water to fill the eye and silence the tongue