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Eremo di s. Leonardo

Just on the road that will take you to the Kitchens of the Village, you just have to go straight for straight out of town and in just over half an hour's walk in the lush scrub that surrounds Roccantica you will be at your destination. San Leonardo, though I am erected, is located in a very busy area in the Middle Ages: the natural corridor from the Tiber Valley, through the Tancia valley, led to the valley of Reina. It is not inconceivable, in the valley of the Hermitage, that the remains of a mill are present, while in the large clearing that lies above it, in part, remains the remains of an obviously ancient staircase. From the mid-1900s the fresco remains you can see on the left wall at the beginning of the cave. These were portraits of St. Leonardo and St. Catherine of Alexandria painted by Jacopo da Roccantica, unfortunately now completely lost. When the path leaves the spot, you will find a few stairs and the entrance arc: the remains of the walls delimit the area of ​​the small hermitage. Step up the stairs, you will find yourself in front of the hermit's house: two tiny rooms and an oven, maybe a little space for a vegetable garden.

On the side of the miserable dwelling, the cave: a karst cavity who knows what other creatures, human or animal, and what other cults, will have welcomed in the millennia before the arrival of the first hermits. Inside, the hermits built a ciborium with the sailboat that once occupied an altar; dug into the rock rudi sessions. In front of the ciborium, on the edge of the cave, a water well: it would merit to understand how it was made and how it was fed. Giovanni Cecchini, in his book "Roccantica, medieval living", tells that that water was considered miraculous, however rightly sacred to the place where it is: ".. in Roccantica in the dark times for medical care, parishioners they invoked Saint Leonard, perhaps collecting a little pot of that cockpit water; 'Miraculous water', he once said (to me even a young decade or so) an octogenarian. " So do not miss your little pilgrimage to St. Leonard: give yourself a moment of unexpected peace.

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