Ancient village of Ripoli Santa Maria Maddalena, part of the municipality of San Benedetto Val di Sambro
Our Borgo Le Serrucce, in Ripoli, is perched on the ridge of the Setta River Valley and looks at the Vigese mountains, the Corno alle Scale and the Cimone. The houses are built and wedged together like a terrace, on the sides of the two verticals that meet in front of the Romagnoli Palace.
Arrived at the foot of the village you immediately have the feeling of being in a place that has a long life and full of history, characters and events that can be perceived in its buildings.
Going through its cobbled streets we come across small courtyards, terraces and balconies built in front of the doors of the houses, in fountains where the inhabitants draw water for their daily needs, in voltoni and underpasses that allow you to move in the village, thus discovering interior courtyards, flower gardens, and delightful corners.
The houses, (once all in local stone and hand-worked stone) have been plastered and transformed over the years, but their windows delimited by hand-carved stone jambs and architraves show their antiquity.
The people who live there are extremely kind and cordial and still preserve the priceless values of hospitality, so by entering the village while walking among these houses under the gaze of curious eyes, do not be afraid, but join us and our community.
It is thought that our village has had an important history in the past, so we can imagine this history because it has been endured by archaeological findings made over time, a driving force in the life of our valley, austere and elegant.
Some say that the current Serrucce were developed on the remains of a convent that went into ruin over time, a religious or civic building certainly attended by ladies and knights who took part in the life of the village, with parties, tomei and duels with which they directed the disputes.
Others, on the other hand, think it was the seat of a gentleman who, from his palace, inside the village, surrounded by proletarian laborers, managed his lands and the glories of his family.
Or that he was "a hospitable" perhaps run by religious to give assistance to travelers or pilgrims who act · our Apennines went on, they are all more or less plausible assumptions that seem to contain a part of the truth.
Don't smile at our reconstruction of the past, because even if fazasiosa, we of this suburb of the Setta Valley are the beating heart, and for those born among these mountains they feel the nobility of the past, and with the pride that is inside everyone he claims it with all his strength.
The affection that we nourish for this land arouses in us the enthusiasm in living in landscapes with flowery meadows in spring, full of colorful flowers, rare but precious, of woods with leafy and fragrant branches, in those streams with fresh waters, which they pour their own waters in the Setta river down there in the bottom of the valley.
But even more we want to remind you of the silence of these places that still let the laughter of playful children filter through, recalled by the voices of one's parents, adults and the elderly, because silence allows us to meditate, think and pray. This is a very rare value that makes us understand the fortune of living at the Serrucce.