Levanto was a small village set in the greenery of its hills and the blue of its Gulf.
Today, little has changed; its little jewels are still modestly guarded, the legacy of an ancestral instinct of preservation. The grandiose cliffs and sandstone banks welcome the visitor from the sea; patches of pine and chestnut trees conceal the paths, with their scents of thymus and spartium junceum - the sunny broom -, red strawberry trees and tree heather. Popular devotion is expressed in a rich Romanesque architectural heritage: the leitmotif of many Levante churches.
Inside the temples, canvases testify to the splendour of 15th- and 17th-century Genoa, while tiny aedicules raise their humble prayers to the deity.
But let's go back in time and discover the castle, the dock, the walls with the tower, all witnesses to the strenuous will to defend these people, anchored to the sea but unable to ignore the call of the land. The rural activity is still alive in the vineyards and olive groves, but above all in the cellars that guard the barrels and full wineskins, the contents of which you can taste during a stop in one of the many hamlets that dot the Levant hinterland.
