In late September 2023 we visited the region of the Langhe, southeast of Turin, famous for its wine, truffles and other produce, but also in large part for its beauty. We had planned this trip for a few years, but various obstacles – including COVID – got in the way. I took a large number of photographs, from which I have selected a few taken in and around the towns of La Morra and Barolo.
It was a trip of several hours by car from Umbria, made longer by heavy traffic around Genoa, as often happens. After crossing the mountains behind Genoa we found ourselves in the flat lands of the upper Po Valley – nothing like the hilly country we had been expecting, but in due course the hills of Langhe popped up quite abruptly near Asti, and it started to look a lot more like the brochures.
Piedmont
We were in the Region of Piedmont (Italian Piemonte) – meaning literally “at the foot of the mountains”. Before Italian unification it was part of the “Kingdom of Sardinia” – but despite the name the seat of the ruling House of Savoy was not in Sardinia but in Turin. The history of Savoy is a long one, and originally not particularly Italian. It was a county, and then a duchy, centred in what is now southeastern France, and the general culture of the court, including the language, was more French than Italian. You can still see the influence in the place-names, especially in the mountains on the French border, but the French language does not have special status as it does in the officially-bilingual Valle d’Aosta next door, and with the decline of regional dialects most Piemontese these days speak standard Italian.
The map below shows the area south of Turin, with the Langhe rather approximately indicated.
As we approached our destination the slopes began to be covered in vines – harvest was just starting and the black grapes were hanging heavily. Since we were staying near the town of Barolo, I assumed that most of these grapes were the Nebbiolo variety, which goes into the famous – and expensive – Barolo wine, and a bit further north, its softer cousin Barbaresco.
It is strange that such a dark-coloured grape produces a comparatively light-coloured red wine, but there is a lot of acid and tannin and the flavour is intense. Because of its colour I’ve seen Barolo compared to Pinot Noir, but it doesn’t taste or smell anything like Pinot to me. A related variety called Freisa produces similar but simpler wines which are a bit cheaper.
There were also plantations of lots of rather scrubby-looking trees. These turned out to be hazelnut trees. It seems that many of the hazelnuts for Nutella, as well as for the fancier gianduia, come from around here. There isn’t much you can do to make these trees very photogenic, except to take them at first light on a misty Autumn morning, which would make almost anything look good.
Looking about, one sees a landscape of rolling hills covered in vines and plantations of hazelnut trees. On the hilltops are little towns, and a few castles, showing that being part of a unitary Savoyard state didn’t mean everything was necessarily peaceful. But some of the towns are in the valleys, which suggests that defensive situations were not as critically important as they were further south. And of course this far north there would not have been the risk of malaria that drove people to higher ground in central and southern parts of Italy.
Away to the west on the horizon is the line of the Alps, where they curve down from the north and mark the modern boundary between France and Italy (in France the mountains are called the Alpes-Maritimes). It would be very beautiful here in spring, when the vines were starting to leaf and the snow was still on the mountains.
These days the area makes much of its reputation for wine and gastronomy and it no doubt attracts a lot of day trippers from Turin, which must generate a fair bit of income on top of that from primary production. Most of the promotional material tends to speak of the antiquity of the food and wine traditions of the Langhe, but while that may be so, I have read that the area was quite impoverished up to the 1960s.
La Morra
La Morra is quite a small town, on a hilltop and with wonderful views.
Not surprisingly, most of the shops in the historic centre are restaurants or sell wine and food. But La Morra hasn’t lost its living soul – right on the top of the hill is a school from which children spill noisily between classes, and the locals stop and chat in the streets.
While in the restaurant in the photograph above, I decided that, despite the expense, it would be a missed opportunity to be in the Langhe during white truffle season, and not try some. The white truffle is rarer, more delicately-flavoured, and more expensive than the black truffle, and around here, especially near the town of Alba, they are famous. So I ordered a soft-boiled egg with fresh white truffle. There was a bit of theatre associated with it – I was presented with a glass bowl containing several truffles which looked a bit like things that might have been surgically removed from someone. I chose the smallest, which they weighed on a miniature set of scales which had a readout in grams to two decimal places. That was then put in a smaller bowl and left on my table, presumably to avoid substitution.
When the egg arrived, the waiter produced a special shaver and shaved the truffle over it with some ceremony. I wouldn’t say that it was the most memorable gustatory experience of my life, but it was certainly very nice, and I can at least say that I have had it.
Barolo
Near to La Morra is the town of Barolo, no larger but more famous because it gave its name to the wine variety.
While La Morra is on a hilltop, Barolo is lower down the side of the valley, but still on a bit of a defensible outcrop on which a castle has stood since the 10th Century.
The castle was rebuilt in the 16th Century but these days it looks nothing like anything from either the 10th or the 16th centuries, despite there no doubt being remants of the original somewhere beneath. Instead the exterior looks distinctly Victorian, like something imagined by a Pre-Raphaelite painter. This is because it was heavily renovated from 1864 in the course of passing from private ownership to being the home of a charitable institution.
Even more so than La Morra, Barolo is now dedicated to wine and gastronomy. The winery of one of the major producers – Borgogno – is in the middle of town, and there are many enoteche, cantine and restaurants. Some enterprising, or optimistic, individual has even established a museum of corkscrews.
Like many such places in Italy, there are regular food festivals celebrating typical local dishes. Missing out on the tripe festival later in the month was a disappointment we could live with, though.
Lake Maggiore is the largest of the north Italian lakes, sitting between between Lombardy, Piedmont and Switzerland. The area has some famous attractions, such as the Borromean Islands, and some less famous but very worthy ones.
This post describes a visit we made there a few years ago (pre-COVID). We flew from Australia, and thanks to a delayed flight from Melbourne we missed a connection in Dubai, arriving at Milan six or seven hours late. We then drove into the mountains above Lake Maggiore, arriving very late in the evening where our kindly hosts were still waiting to let us into the property.
The property was located in the strip of cleared land that lies under the cable car connecting the town of Stresa on the lake shore with the top of Mount Mottarone. That gave us some wonderful views, and since the cable car was not then in operation, it was very quiet.
Note: this is the cable car that was involved in a terrible accident in 2021. Investigators found that a safety mechanism had been deliberately disengaged.
The day after we arrived saw storms and cold weather. The day after that was clear and sunny, and thanks to the bad weather the day before, there had been an unseasonable (it was May) dump of snow on the mountains, making excellent conditions for photography.
Geology
The great lakes of Northern Italy – Maggiore, Como and Garda, were all formed by glacial action in the Ice Age, and thus run roughly from north to south, from the Alps down towards the Po Valley. The Alps, formed by the collision of tectonic plates, run more or less east-west here. This is particularly clear in the case of Lake Maggiore, and makes for some spectacular scenery, particularly from the top of Mottarone, looking northwards to where the Lake enters Switzerland.
Stresa
Stresa, while apparently of medieval origin, is today largely a 19th-Century resort town with some large hotels, and villas which are a bit architecturally reminiscent of Victorian-era post offices and fire stations in parts of provincial Australia. It therefore has a slightly faded death-in-Venice atmosphere and one can easily imagine chaps in top hats strolling along the lake front and helping ladies down from carriages. Still, as resort towns go it is an excellent example of the breed, and the scenery obviously keeps the tourists coming in the 21st Century.
Lago d’Orta
We were struck by how comparatively few medieval buildings there were around, compared with further south in Italy. I suppose that, it being a wealthy area, people could afford to knock their old places down and rebuild.
In any case, if it is medieval that you want, a visit to the Lago d’Orta not far away will satisfy you. Lake Orta, just west of Lake Maggiore, is much smaller but formed by the same glacial system. The main town on the lake is Orta San Giulio, named after a Saint Julius who died on the little island nearby and was commemorated by a small oratory there from the 5th Century (completely obliterated by later buildings). The island appears to be some sort of pilgrimage centre these days, but whether this is due to a surviving cult of St Julius or for some other reason I was unable to establish.
There is a splendid medieval town hall in the middle of the town. This presented a slight photographic challenge, which I will discuss later.
The Borromean Islands
For us, as for many other visitors, the main attraction of the region was a visit to the Borromean Islands. What are they? Well, in Lake Maggiore, just off the shore from Stresa, are three large islands – Isola Bella, Isola dei Pescatori, Isola Madre plus a couple of little ones – and they are owned by the Borromeo Family. This family started out in Milan around 1300 and is still going today – I believe the heir to the family title is a countess who is married to the head of the FIAT empire.
On the way to today they got very rich, produced several cardinals (but no popes) and one saint. The saint (San Carlo Borromeo) was archbishop of Milan during the 16th Century and was canonised not for extraordinary acts of piety but for playing a major part in the purification of the Catholic Church from corruption and the overhaul of doctrine that we call the Counter-Reformation. A bit like getting an Order of Australia for conspicuous service in public administration.
Isola Bella
The Borromeo Counts started acquiring the islands in the 16th Century, and in the 17th Century Count Carlo III renamed one of them Isola Bella after his wife, as a present. It means “Beautiful Island”, but it was also a pun on her name, which was Isabella. He then built a palace at one end and started an extraordinary baroque garden at the other, also as a present.
Actually, the count didn’t manage to buy all of Isola Bella. A few indomitable fishermen refused to sell, doubtless with an eye to the profits of the tourist trade in four hundred years’ time, so there is now a small disorderly village running along a part of the lake front, all now converted into souvenir shops and the like.
The garden was completed by his next few successors, who had large quantities of soil ferried across to build up a series of monumental terraces. These were exuberantly decorated with statues, including several unicorns, a reference to the Borromeo coat of arms.
We turned up in Stresa nice and early, early enough to get a free car park opposite the extraordinary Regina Palace Hotel (picture below). Then we walked to the ferry terminal and bought what was basically an all-day ticket for the central section of the Lake Maggiore public ferry system – doubtless for a good deal less than it would have cost to get a ticket to the islands with one of the private tour companies.
Having started early we therefore ended up on the first public ferry service to Isola Bella for the day. A couple of large French tour groups on private boats had beaten us there. To get to the gardens you have to buy a ticket to the palace, and go all the way through the palace. We took a tactical decision to do a speed tour of the palace and get to the gardens as quickly as possible. This was complicated by the tour groups who would spread out to block access to whichever room they were in but once it became clear that they were not going to move aside for us voluntarily, we did a bit of “scusi… scusi… scusi…” harassment and eventually penetrated their cordon sanitaire and made it into the gardens first. We had the gardens on Isola Bella all to ourselves, in beautiful weather, for probably fifteen minutes before the next few intrepid types broke through the French blockade.
Isola dei Pescatori
The “Island of the Fishermen” is the next largest of the islands, and the only one to have a permanent population, albeit a small one. Having finished in the gardens at Isola Bella we made our way to the ferry jetty where one was just arriving and we hopped on to get to Isola dei Pescatori. There we found a little waterfront place called Trattoria Toscanini where we had a drink and watched the motor boats buzzing back and forth. The famous conductor wasn’t a local boy, but was apparently a regular visitor.
Then we walked around the island – it doesn’t take long – and poked around a few shops before having lunch. After having checked out several restaurants we decided that the Trattoria Toscanini seemed as nice as any and went back there. I had perch from the lake and Louise had a fritto misto of various lake fish. While we were eating, the restaurant cat turned up to check that all was in order. Being the resident cat at a fish restaurant on an island called “Island of the Fishermen” seems like a fairly cushy gig, and the cat did seem to consider that all in all the universe was ordered fairly sensibly. Below is a picture of the cat with the palace end of Isola Bella in the background.
Santa Caterina del Sasso
Another ferry trip we did from Stresa was to visit the convent of Santa Caterina del Sasso (Saint Catherine of the Rock). It was originally a hermitage that is built into a sheer rock and which until recently could only have been reached from the water.
The story of the site is that in the 12th Century a merchant, in gratitude for having survived a storm at sea, became a hermit on this solitary rock, which in the usual way acquired a reputation for sanctity, a chapel and a religious community. The religious community was suppressed by the Austrians in the 19th Century, and the site was re-occupied and restored by the Dominicans in the 1980s.
It is now possible to reach the site on foot from above, but approaching it from the water is not only consistent with tradition, but gives by far the best views.
A Note on the Photography
The challenge in photographing the town hall in Orta San Giulio was that it looked onto a busy square, full of tourists, but if you look back at the photograph above, the square looks deserted.
I don’t mind including the odd human figure in such shots, providing they are of the right kind – an old lady on a bicycle, say, or someone walking a dog, or maybe a shopkeeper. But in this case the tourists were too numerous, and too brightly dressed, to allow me to capture the atmosphere of the place. I waited a while in the hope that they would move off, but in a phenomenon well-known to photographers, as each group left, a new one arrived. So I decided to try a creative method of making them go away (shouting “fire!” would not have worked).
You can of course “paint out” a figure in Photoshop or similar software, but the more figures there are, and the more complex the background, the harder it is. That wasn’t going to be an option here.
I had a nice sturdy Manfrotto tripod with me, so I set it up in a corner of the square where it would not obstruct anyone, and mounted the Hasselblad on top, attaching a shutter release cable so I could take multiple identical pictures from exactly the same place.
The aim was that each part of the square should be free of people in at least one picture. So as the tourists ambled about, I took the several shots I thought I needed. In the event five was enough – all identical, you will recall, except for the moving people.
I then combined them into several “layers” in Photoshop, erasing each figure to reveal the empty space in the next layer down. The result is as you see in the photograph above. If you look hard you can see three figures I didn’t bother about – someone with a shopping bag under the arches of the building, a gentleman approaching down the street to the right, and a lady in a pink dress bending over and looking at the wares in a shop on the right. All three are in shadow and don’t really disturb the composition.
These days you can achieve the same effect with a lot less effort, with clever software which merges the layers and deletes anything that is only present in one layer. I tried it just now using Affinity Photo 2 software (which is what I use these days instead of Photoshop) and it was almost instantaneous, even on a rather old laptop. It even aligns the photos if you haven’t taken them with the camera on a tripod.