Tradition and beauty of Trivento

All you need is a vintage car to acclimate to Trivento. Ancient Samnite nucleus that called it 'home', was conquered by the Romans who gave it the name of Triventum. The cathedral of San Nazario has found space in the Roman forum and the staircase, which runs along the central street, is a rarity with low steps, one step every three, and white. The 455 inhabitants are viscerally linked to the Borgo. The women crochet together, sewing spectacular patchwork squares, like the one that covers the Christmas tree on the terrace. Handkerchiefs as white as hair are knotted behind the bowed head at the wash house, where the earth throws water into it in every season. It rubs and knots itself, like the river winding its way through the valley, in regular and sparkling loops. It is a Trivento postcard where man walks to the rhythm of tradition and does not run and does not run after modernity. In the evening at the song of the fire we still find ourselves singing and playing the dances, which have never been written, with the accordion.