The Monti della Daunia, with the valleys that open towards the Pugliese Tavoliere and the big villages gathered on the heights, are part of an internal and Apennine Italy, even though so open to the Adriatic breath, in which they already see lights and Ionic, oriental hints. Apennine Italy has a thin, poor face, made painful by the decadence of men and things, but also ennobled by the antiquity of human signs and by that full Mediterranean light that seems to give preciousness to every thing touched by the sun.


Troia is, for example, a town that, although old and falling, has its license of nobility in the name of the legendary Dauni who founded it and in the old cathedral, an “oriental” interpretation of an architectural ideal of Tyrrhenian derivation; Lucera, which dominates the Capitanata, will hold even greater surprises and her visit translates into a small but tasty cultural adventure that reveals the lively and varied history layered in her old buildings.