At the edges of the Roman centuriation is an old inn with thick walls, softened in their worn, warm plaster, marked by time.
Vegetation, planted as a gift, lets corners and fragrant herbs appear.
Movements of small animals can be seen all around. As wandering guests, they receive attention and gestures of love.

Upon entering, fragments of frescoes evoke a never fully revealed past. In a large fireplace embers, buried by ash, invite you to taste a rich and full tradition.
The four seasons redefine space and time in the kitchen. The succession of flavors and colors lead to distant places.