Like villages on the Ligurian Riviera, the historic centre is an intricate network of narrow streets intersecting with shaded alleys, known here as caruggi. The maze of streets seems to have been designed to slow down the wind to lose some of its power at each turn and fade into a breeze in the heart of the village.
Strolling through the town one passes houses of a quiet elegance: these are the traces left from a time when Carloforte was a port of call of great importance, linked to the transport of materials from the mines of the Sulcis region of Sardegna.
As soon as you disembark in Carloforte, you get lost in the labyrinth of alleyways, small squares and stairways that climb steeply towards the upper part of the town. After just a few steps, you find yourself enveloped by the musicality of the local language, by the voices of a different kind of Genoese. While fragrances and aromas from the kitchens evoke thoughts of the sea.