You can take an ancient map of the territory of Triora. Whether it is 200 or 400 years old changes little. The roads are those chosen and maintained over the centuries. The man of the past, with his mule, loved the fastest route, even if it was steep, because he was a good walker. The challenge is here, for us, today.
That map shows us at least eight historic, stone-paved roads leading out of the village of Triora. Passages that are thousands of years old. Those necessary to go towards the sea, not by chance with the chapel of the Madonna del Buon Viaggio below the village. In general, however, you go uphill. The network of links is like a spider’s web that reaches every village, large or small. On a large scale it is like a fan. If you go up to the right, looking at Corte, you will find yourself on the road under the pastures of Monte Fronté.
On the left you will come across villages such as Bregalla, Creppo, towards the Molino di Verdeggia, and then on to the Brigasca land, which once meant “going abroad” to Triora. This is a great pastoral road. In the centre it climbs steeply, towards the Trono and Pellegrino mountains.
There the historical mystery places the origins and protection of the community, where people go in procession on the second Sunday after Easter, for a religious vow that hides a much more ancient myth. We reach the Garlenda pass. Garlenda, Provençal term, franc, waron: the crown of the mountains of Triora that allows you to go to the meadows of Tanarello, for the shepherds and think of Piedmont for those who trade, travel, go on adventures. Like you, like everyone.