In Locorotondo, the voice of the “Scirocco” wind cavorts through the ancient stone lanes, joining the festivities at Largo Bellavista, the high point of the city, where the four winds of Salento meet and celebrate

Monopoli is the city you don’t expect, a jewel perched over the sea, shining with bright colors as lively and joyous as the people who live there.

“This place was created before Paradise.”The eternal wisdom of the waves: day after day, persistently crashing against the rocks, knowing that slowly but surely the hard stone