For years it was only “a road with a view”. A town-not a town, that passing tourists on their journey towards the sea struggled to identify, with it thus becoming “the town that is not there”. However, today Furore is there, and it is beautiful…
It is on two levels: at the top, there is the town centre, where the entire population lives, but it is not a town, or at least it is not so in the strict sense of the term. It is rather a cascade of houses, vineyards, olive trees, carob trees and tufts of agave, prickly pears, lemons… that from the slopes of Agerola dive into the cobalt sea of the Fjord…
Nor is the Fjord a true fjord. It is rather a wound in the rock, where the sea for millennia has seeped in, rising, foaming. The Fjord ends with the beautiful Marina, now a popular seaside resort.
I ricci furitani (pasta)
Le cicale di Furore (cookie)
L’elisir delle Janare (liqueur)
Grotte di Santa Barbara in Corvo
Il Giardino della Pellerina (park)
The Fjord