Ceriana is an unlikely small Italian village located in the heights of San Rémo. It is accessed by winding and winding along a road that continues to rise and shrink. It is not a village in which one does not arrive by chance (one must be really motivated to access it) and if this is the case, it is not a village in which one will imagine to linger. A main street crosses a few houses without any particular external charm to throw itself into an improbable plastic and concrete tunnel, which ejects us without further delay out of the village on the road that continues, imperturbable as if it had never crossed any village.

Yet....

However, if you take the time to slow down, or even stop, or better if a friend of yours has invited you to the sausage festival (or chestnut, or polenta, or squash, or white, or blue, or black, or... no matter how long there is a festival in the village) you may then have the opportunity to discover the hidden side of Ceriana, the one you deserve.

Built on a hill, this small city does not extend over its length but over its height! If we leave the dreary main street (which nevertheless hosts the two bars and three grocery stores, the pulsating heart of the village), we evolve within an astonishing maze whose surprising convolutions spread from bottom to top, revealing little by little, for whom with a heart and breath well attached, a vertical city with hidden treasures.

This extravagant architecture, which contravenes all commonly accepted urban planning rules, ignores the straight line, completely neglects the concept of "shorter distance between one point and another" and has probably never known what "parallel" means!