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From the get-go we slapped ourselves on the back that we got such a nice place to stay in this valley. Apricale is just the heart of the Val Nervia, and to stay anywhere else would be to miss out on ambience and culture. Our apartment, Piccolo Appartamento di Charme on Via dei Martiri, is a stone’s throw from the hub of Apricale, just big enough for 2 people. It is thoughtfully and stylishly fitted and stocked with quality things. The kitchen has an induction hob that works like a dream. The kitchenware is best quality, the one kitchen knife cuts like new, and the crockery is charming. My best: a Moka for two, and ground coffee in stock for breakfast. The view is awesome. If the double bed in the bedroom isn’t to your taste, there’s the option of a single fold-out bed in the sitting room. The bathroom is just big enough with shower, basin, bidet and toilet. Utterly charming!

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Piccolo Appartamento is in the thin building just far enough in to have a view over the hills

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The cat door of Piccolo Appartamento

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View from window to front door

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From kitchen to window

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Including the kitchen arrangement

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The pure linen pillowslips

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Breakfast fruit bought on Ventimiglia market and Lola’s legacy of sage and mint

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The view

At night the streets are well lit, and when you return home, the alley lamp greets you on the stairwell like this:

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Next morning it’s yoghurt, fruit, seed & nut time, and then walkabout in Apricale.

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The door motto of the apartment below us: The sun makes me sing

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Flip side in Ligurian dialect

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View up the street

Apricale is the ultimate picturesque medieval Italian hilltop town, spilling like runny icing over the top of a Gugelhopf.

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The Church of Santa Maria degli Angeli is at the bottom end of the village, filled with beautiful frescoes.

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View from above on a mountain walk

The narrow access road winds around the town to the other side, where there is ample parking. The main piazza is at the top, overlooked by the church and castle.

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The parochial Chiesa della Purificazione di Maria Vergine (Church of the Purification of the Virgin Mary) stands next to the Castello della Lucertola, but the church steeple is on the Castle, not on the church! The Castle Garden is a roof garden, a proper garden with trees and bushes. Our apartment is at the bright yellow light next to the castle wall. Now look on the bell tower roof: you can see a bicycle riding up to heaven. It was installed there some years ago by an artist as part of an exhibition and never taken down, because it has become a talking point of the town. It reminds me of Baron Von Munchhausen and his weird and wonderful tales!

When the church is open you can have a look inside. It dates from Roman times, but was rebuilt once and later given a new facade. It is quite a presence presiding over the town square.

On the opposite side of the square, also raised above it, is the Oratorio di San Bartolomeo.

On the square itself there are two restaurants, A Ciassa and Baci, a Tabacchi, an ATM, a Post Office, and a B&B, Da Giua. The narrow streets of Apricale fan out from here.

There are two things that draw your attention immediately when you wander through the streets, things you don’t find in a lot of other Italian towns. First the quaint little doors in front of nearly all front doors! It took me quite a while to establish what the purpose of these little doors is. It is a cat deterrent! Cats roam the streets freely, and if they pee at your front door, the whole lane would acquire a pong. The cobble stones and doors are centuries old, so no-one wants a cat to mark their door. It is quite obvious that this is a problem, judging by the vast amount of front doors armed in addition with 2 liter bottles filled with water.

 

One day I asked the kind gentleman in the Tabacchi what these little doors and water bottles are for, and he told me it’s for cats. He was far too proper to mention cat pee. I found that out from someone else in another town! But he, it turns out, is the personal cat door maker of Apricale! His name is Fabio Cassini, a descendant of one of the oldest noble families of the region. You just have to visit one of the local cemeteries to know that. He makes post boxes and name plaques as well. It gives the town a quirky, pleasant personality.

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Fabio Cassini, owner of the tobacconists

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Interesting to note that the mother in a family retains her maiden name with no mention of her husband’s surname. The children, however, have the father’s surname.

Another crafter made terracotta street nameplates and a  number plate for every house in town, but doesn’t live here any more.  The street name is in Italian and Ligurian.

Another thing that I notice is how many of the doors are quite small.

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In the streets of Apricale there are innumerable wall paintings depicting village life through the ages. This gives the town a very lived-in feeling. The colours are muted, so it retains an ancient feel.

As I walk around the alleyways I notice one B&B signposted everywhere: Munta e Cara Albergo Diffuso. Clever Idea. It is an organisation that has acquired quite a lot of rooms and apartments all over town, and has established one central breakfast room for everyone.

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At the top end of Via Angeli is the Forno, the official baking oven until the 1940s. It served all citizens, either for baking on personal order, or selling to the public. It is about 6m deep. The bread, cakes, macchettose (pizza with anchovies), fugasun, torta verde and buetti (a confection) were prepared in an adjacent house and carried to the oven. Giovanni Cassini, called Giua dei Pai or John of the Breads, was the last baker, and the most famous at that. Women could bring their own baking on Tuesdays and Fridays, and the other days were for communal baking. Everybody says he was the best baker the town ever knew. He must have been the grandfather of Fabio Cassini, owner of the Tabacchi, the shop next door to Da Giua B&B on the square.

DSC08360On the church square I found an interesting project: Liberiamo i libri! On the front porch of a monk’s house there is an old-fashioned bookcase filled with books. On its door is this injunction: Let’s liberate our books! These books are welcome to *be read in the square, *be exchanged for another one, *go along with you and return another day, or *go away for ever and change location. Nice idea!

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As I descended from the church square to the circle road round the town, I found a religious shrine called Grotta Madonna di Lourdes.  At the entrance to the cave there is also a shrine to San Pio, the recently beatified Padre Pio, a saint greatly venerated in all Italy. He died in 1968 and was canonised in 2002. He had Christ’s stigmata for 50 years, and had the powers of healing, miracles, bilocation, prophecy, clairvoyance and many others. The verse on his shrine says “La vita senza amore non ha sapore, ma senza dolore non ha valore.” – Life without love has no taste, but without pain it has no value.

I walked all the way down to the circle road, found a statue of San Pio in front of the old age home,

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and reached Piazza Vittorio Veneto, where the osteria Apricus is situated. This restaurant has a magnificent view!

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By now it must be amply clear that Apricale deserves its Bandiera Arancione (orange flag), a recognition of quality awarded by the Touring Club Italiano to small Italian towns for excellence in terms of tourism, hospitality and the environment. It also sports the flag of I Borghi piu’ belli d’Italia – one of the most beautiful towns of Italy.

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The next chapter of my journey was spent with daughter Ilse in Apricale, the central town of the Nervia Valley. She flew to Nice, and I rented a car in Sanremo, picked her up at the airport, and together we drove back to Liguria, to this hidden valley with its little medieval gems.

Ilse only landed at 4.00, so I had plenty of time to sightsee in Ventimiglia before I tackled the road to Nice Côte d’Azur International Airport. I had slept in, bags all packed, had a lovely breakfast with Lola, said my goodbyes and walked down to the Avis office in Via XX Settembre. I got a Fiat Panda for the week, just perfect!

I chose to take the coastal road to Nice, as I had plenty of time. When I reached Ventimiglia, I drove through the quaint city, and on the other side the river Roya cuts the ancient Borgo off from the rest of town. Over the bridge I found an excellent free parking lot. It is Saturday, market day, so off to market I head.

This town has Roman origins, some still visible as ruins. In Roman times it was called Albintimilium, and lay on the Via Iulia Augusta.

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On the bridge I take in a few facts: this is the culmination of quite a lot of mountain streams. The smaller streams are called Rio, the medium sized ones Torrente, and the large ones Fiume. So this one is Fiume Roja, whereas the Nervia is a torrente.

 

This bridge is Ponte Andrea Doria, which points to a time when the mighty Doria family reigned in Ventimiglia. He was one of the good rulers. Believe me, there were some bad ones!

I spy a lone sunbather at the river mouth…

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Now the market. Obviously the fishmarket will be closing soon. I find samphire there, called sea asparagus in Italian, at a stiff price! In folklore it is gathered near the beach. It is widespread all around the world, nowhere cultivated, but eaten everywhere.

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The tag tells you exactly where each product was caught.

The flower market is a happy sight, as are all the usual suspects among the food stalls.

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There is one amazing stall that procures the most wonderful array of dried and pickled foodstuffs.

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Pasta of every description, Sardenaira….

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When the going gets tough, we all sit down…

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I saunter back to the river, because I want to climb the hill that houses the ancient hilltop town.

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The Romans feared nobody, therefore they lived on the coastal plain. However, when the Saracens or Moors became a threat, people made scramble for the nearest hill, built a high wall and all piled inside. It might have a castle or a big church at the top, but these villages all have the same characteristics: narrow steep winding alleys, darkness, stairs, and wonderful views.

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On the piazza at the top stands the Cattedrale di Santa Maria Assunta, built in the 13th C.

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I climb down again via another route, but nothing is sure here. I have to retrace my steps a few times to find an exit!

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I head back to my little Panda and put on the GPS on my iPhone to guide me through the border, Monaco (where today the Formula One race is taking place), and especially Nice, to reach the airport on the far side of Nice. So far so good…

Let me just make a very clear statement here: NEVER try and save money by avoiding the heavily tolled highways around Nice!! The byways are a knot of poorly signposted ups and downs, ins and outs, and if your French is iffy, this is a nightmare! My GPS guided me to a point where I could drive for 15 km before it would speak again. After an eternity I checked the iPhone again, and it had gone flat. And I had no car charger :#$&*@%! I was reduced to my own devices. I did not know how much battery life a GPS uses. So I had even taken photos with my cellphone! My time was running out, and I was not finding the way to the airport. At one point I asked a man in the street how to reach the airport, and he told me “Look for the A Huit; that will take you straight to the airport.” The toll road, obviously! I get to the A8, but nowhere does it state east or west!! I drive a while, and suddenly realize I’m going straight back to Italy, so off the highway and look for a turning point. In the end I managed to find the airport. Now where to park? So I park the car in a parkade that said terminal 1. And I run towards a pipe dream. The whole airport is under construction, so pedestrians are diverted over miles to Terminal 1. What a disaster! When I got to the arrival hall, there sat Ilse patiently waiting for Godot….

Well, as they say in the classics, all’s well that ends well. I dried my tears, Ilse took over and took us ably and competently to our destination Apricale with HER iPhone GPS, plugged into the socket, on the highway!

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Soon we turned into Ventimiglia to reach the regional road, turned north toward Dolceacqua, and the winding mountain road took us to Isolabona and Apricale.

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Just a fleeting glimpse of Dolceacqua at dusk

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Schlepping our baggage up the steep hill…

D26A219A-2354-4EF2-907D-2260124000EDWe absolutely did not know how arduous the climb from the parking lot to our Piccolo Appartamento di Charme right next to the main piazza would be, and it’s just as well, because we were SOOOO happy with our selfcatering apartment! On the left is Annalisa Cassini, who looks after the apartment for the owners. After such a gruelling day there was no contest: dinner at La Ciassa, one of the restaurants on the square. Ciassa is pronounced Ciazza, which is Ligurian dialect for Piazza.

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They served me the best Italian wine of my whole sojourn that night: a Rossese di Dolceacqua, but I never asked which one. It is a local wine made from Rossese grapes, and all the others we tried were inferior :((

I went to sleep that night a thoroughly happy chappy!

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