Where the Murgia is degraded, there is the Itria Valley, a green cushion halfway between the Adriatic and Ionian, and on this plain, surrounded by small hills, overlooks Locorotondo. It rises innocent and silent on the top of a hill that surrounds the last Baresian murgian foothills.
Harmoniously rounded as the local name suggests, Locorotondo owes its name to the morphology assumed by the first inhabited center, raised around a thousand.
The first houses of a village made up of farmers were built on a well-equipped plateau, leaning against each other, with a circular plan, almost as if to crown that land torn with oaks and ferns to make it fertile and fertile. Ancient village as authentic as a few, thanks to the fact that you are completely inhabited and the cure that its inhabitants pose to you; you think that every inhabitant washes the street in front of his own home, shining the white limestone "chianche" of which he is made.
Harmoniously rounded as the local name suggests, Locorotondo owes its name to the morphology assumed by the first inhabited center, raised around a thousand.
The first houses of a village made up of farmers were built on a well-equipped plateau, leaning against each other, with a circular plan, almost as if to crown that land torn with oaks and ferns to make it fertile and fertile. Ancient village as authentic as a few, thanks to the fact that you are completely inhabited and the cure that its inhabitants pose to you; you think that every inhabitant washes the street in front of his own home, shining the white limestone "chianche" of which he is made.
