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Coming
down the Val d' Agri, after the blue of the lago of the Pertusillo,
warm tones prevail ì and burn you of the calanchifero landscape,
moved, but insufficient found. Ergono unexpected, however, two
singular and mysterious guglie, flanking one more small cuspid
centrale.E' the Timpa (or Murgia ‑ m. 690) of Saint Lorenzo in
which the popular imagination ravvisa an image of the Madonna.
Near
this fantastic relief it begins the proposed escursionistico
distance that to us it will see endured decreased in an evocative
one canyon. From the left side of the Sour ones we will admire
from the bottom the Plan of Gallicchio Vetere and guaderemo
therefore the river, reminding that a time it was navigable until
Grumentum and came crossed from Hannibal on the Cane way and
therefore from Spartaco in escape from Rome towards Is drunk a
toast. Admired stalatti to you and stalagmiti the formations of on
the walls of the canyon and become the same impercorribile, flanking
the skillful river of the Sour ones, giungera' to freschissima
the source of the Tufariello.
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Therefore
an other guado and then the
climb to the Cove of Saint Giacomo, carved in the below wall to the
Pianoro di Gallicchio Vetere. Quivi, second the popular legend,
Saint Giacomo was stopped in order to repair itself from the rain
and its horse, made thirsty, made to gush out with a soccer one
source. Flanking the full of rocks wall we will return in pressed of
the bridge the channel in order to go back along one mulattiera of
crinale to the pianoro where rose the ancient one lived of
Gallicchio Vetere, before being destroyed from the Saraceni. In full
air we will embrace with the look the entire one goes them and we
will search "as pascenti sheep" the countries scattered
along the flanks or on the crinali of the necks. A more elementary
way will then lead us to the Village of Gallicchio, in order to
taste native produce typical in familiar atmosphere.
The particular light of the sunset that will ignite and
render still more irreali and intriguers the scoscendimenti and the
secret folds of the calanchi, will pick to us between the ancient
and new houses of Gallicchio nearly protese to stop the time and to
eternare the feelings of one sure unforgettable day.
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