I was there ages ago, when as a child at the seaside with my parents we used to spend some hours at the beach and some others visiting in the Ligurian hinterland.
I remember that at the time it fascinated me and even scared me a little.
I came to Bussana Vecchia as an adult and I found there the same charm and something more ...
You may wonder why the adjective "vecchia"(old) next to the name of this hamlet. Well, at the end of 1800 a violent earthquake almost completely destroyed what at the time was the village of Bussana.
In reading some witnesses of the time, i felt almost horrified and my mind immediately brings memories to earthquakes closer to us, the one of L'Aquila and the one in Emilia Romagna: "It was the first day of Lent, at six twentyfive. The priest here had imposed the sacred Ashes to the last arrived ... when it seemed that the balmy breezes blowing moment before had of a sudden changed into a furious wind, which grew to a scary crescendo . The earth shakes, wobbles, waves for a whilw, then whirles around; we would say the mayhem: you hear different noises of fallen walls, broken timber, the iron that twists, but suddenly the variety of din, the desperate cries are won by a dull and gloomy rumble, winning all others . "
This was only the first shake. Others followed and the residents lost their homes.
The town of Sanremo closed all access to the village and after a few months in makeshift dwellings the people here helped the rebuilding of houses southern in the valley, in what today is called Bussana Nuova (new).
But what happened in Bussana? For years it remained a ghost town. No one was authorized to officially get in, but often the children of the area organized excursions among the ruins on which shrubs and vines took over.
In the 50ies was the turning point. Italian and foreign artists, attracted by the mildness of the place, the magic and charm of this village, decided to reopen the gates, to restore homes while leaving evidence of what had happened, and to establish here a "bohemian" community.
Since then, the village came back to life: the houses have been refurbished to be able to live in, always with respect for tradition and often using recycled materials; the church described in the testimony of the time is still as remained after the carnage, with walls almost intact, and part of the dome still standing; the streets are narrow and only foot traffic is allowed.
Arriving there is necessary to park the car at the entrance of the village; in Liguria spaces for parking are rather limited and narrow so be careful not to go up with too bulky car and above all expect a lot of people during the weekend.
Walking through the narrow streets of the village, almost in every house, you will find the shops of artisans and artists, sculptors, painters, clothing and jewelry makers ... And also you will hear different languages, as foreign artists are still very present here.
Take a look to the names on the door-bells and notice Dutch, German, French names, but also from northern Europe. Here everyone works with the neighbors, the community is very cohesive and the magic ambiance creates a sort of a Tower of Babel in which people understand and support eachothers.
There are also several dining options; although it is not a big city, it has several restaurants with choices for all tastes, ranging from food for vegetarians and clearly organic in the most sought after dishes of the earth cuisine and Ligurian Sea.