Few geographical realities, in Italy, allow to be reached from whatever cardinal point: for a long time, in the valley that takes the name from the river that ploughs it, different streets of earth, of river, of mountains, of sea insist.

This connotation has allowed, from millennia, the fusion of foreign ethnic groups, the passage or the settlement of others; in conclusion, its fortune.

Today, such characteristic is simplified, to the detriment of peculiarity that nothing has to do with changed means of locomotion: the time dimension, a collapsed urban landscape, similar to an implosed microgalaxy.

Nevertheless, the architectural and cultural network, woven in its territory, moulded by the water of the deified river and by the Vesuvius fire, it is not entirely torn. More and more widened parts are recovered: the memor y of the traditions, of the environment, of knowledge, in order to propose to the inhabitants and to the curious greedy of art, always in search of lost tastes.

Where should we start, then, to the “discovery” of the Sarno Valley?