Our source of inspiration: Tellaro, Liguria
“…A paradise between sea and sky, between the rocks and the green mountains” (Mario Soldati)
Arriving from the seashore, the chapel of Saint George and the fortified town look like a ship awaiting its launch.
Tellaro is a corner of the world that seems created for the very purpose of offering a haven from the noise of the city.
It is here that Attilio Bertolucci, one of the greatest Italian contemporary poets, came to seek peace during the summer.
D.H. Lawrence was enraptured by the women working in the olive-groves and by their voices resounding among the hills:
“When I go to Tellaro to take the mail, I always expect to meet Jesus talking with the disciples as if he went along the sea under the great bright trees”.
Perched on the cliff tops, the town is still a beguiling spot.
It was the place dear to Soldati, who recommended to his readers:
“wander through the alleys that lead to the sea and then find a spot to sit down between the rocks on the shore”.
Soak up the atmosphere. Climb up to the old oratory of Santa Maria in Selàa and gaze down on the Mediterranean and recite the verses of P. Bertolani and M. Tuckett:
“… tangle of races passed through here / still witness these streets / the colour of the walls softened by the salt air / still in the olive-grove struck by the mistral/ in the fishermen’s huts / unnoticed Saracen moons waver…”
From the site: I Borghi più belli d’Italia
We have chosen Tellaro as the name for our first footwear collection, not only because it is one of the most beautiful towns in Italy, but also because its history is tied to an intriguing legend. The legend’s main protagonist is an animal, the octopus of Tellaro, which is today the town’s symbol.
The Legend of Tellaro
Still vivid in the town’s memory is the story of an event that sources say occurred towards the middle of the seventeenth century. During that time the region’s coastline was often tormented by raids conducted by fearsome Saracen pirates on the hunt for loot.
One night a violent storm struck the gulf. The town dwellers went to sleep untroubled, convinced the tempest would keep unwelcome guests away.
The watchman, who in the event of danger, was responsible for sounding the bells of the church of Saint George (that still looms over the town like a prow jutting over the sea) unfortunately fell asleep as well.
But on that same night the pirates led by the mighty Galla D’Arenzano decided to attack the village. At the very moment the aggressors were about to disembark, energetic tolls from the belfry roused the townspeople, who managed to react to the danger and drive back the invaders before it was too late. Tellaro was safe.
Who sounded the alarm? – the people of Tellaro wondered, astonished. Hurrying towards the bell tower, they saw that an enormous octopus had surfaced from the sea and reached out with its long tentacles to pull the bell ropes.
From then on the octopus remains the symbol of this town. It’s not for us to say where history ends and where the legend begins, but of one thing we can be sure: on the wall of Saint George’s church we can find an inscription in remembrance of the town’s savior. It reads:
Saraceni Mare Nostrum infestantes sunt noctu profligati quod polipus aer cirris suis sacrum pulsabat.
(The Saracens who infest our sea have been during the night defeated since an octopus shook the sacred bronze with its tentacles.)
Walking in your Fera Libens shoes through the narrow alleys that lead to the small port overlooking the sea, and stopping for a while to contemplate the islands of Tino and Tinetto, savouring an aperitivo while enjoying the sunset before you … there’s nothing like it!