It may seem like a legend, a fairy tale from other epochs brought to the world from the voices of travellers. It makes you think about the impossibility of ever finding again a place that cradled a myth so far away and singular.

However, the Mediterranean sea, the sea of our life, has become sweeter and benign so domestic and gathered as a lake is, a small coastal territory that has kept alive a secret for many centuries: it's here that poetry has found its horizon and its home.

Between the pinkish shadows of its hamlets, in the bland movement of its hills, beyond the very deep blue of its sea, this discreet land reveals with your footsteps the miraculous dream of Shelley, Petrarca and Montale, the mystery of the perfect harmony of a unison song between man and his sea, his land. This is the Gulf of the Poets, the Gulf of La Spezia.