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 A corner of Norway, cut in the Mediterranean rock, that is Furore valley,
a fiord, a deep wound in the territory of the Coast, along which the stream
roaming downwards from the Agerola mountain flows, calm in summer, but rumbling
and terrible in winter. All around, clinging to the fiord precipices, the
houses and the small terraced gardens which make up the village. Below, where
the fiord encounters the sea, a small sandy beach, framed by the steep valley
walls and high, up there, the bridge of the state road which crosses the
narrow gorge. Here it is possible to leave the asphalt strip and, from step
to step, from garden to terrace, you can go up to the woods of Agerola, walking
between the sea and the sky, the earth and perhaps Paradise. At Furore Greta
Garbo stayed during her romantic elopement towards Ravello. On Ravello, undoubtedly
one of the most suggestive places of the whole Coast, Alfonso Gatto wrote
a splendid rhymed card the meaning of which is as follows: "the calm
houses dreaming of the rosy charm of the hillocks, go down towards the sea,
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