Piuro: a name, a history, a glorious past, wealth, culture, shopping, beautiful buildings, then .... nothing for centuries.
Ancient Piuro, indeed the city of Piuro, famous throughout Europe, with its bankers, its banks in every major city, so powerful and finance were some wars lasted for years.
Some surnames: Vertemate, owners of fleets of ships for the spice trade in Venice Piuro was in the middle of the Alps a few miles from the watershed, owners of the mountain in Venice!
The quarry owners Vertemate silver Switzerland, then the family "Lumaga" bankers in Europe, home to one of their most important banks in Paris was, in their villa Piuro a floor made of gold coins, of course made in costs, they said "they are so firm and is more difficult to steal," with their coins (gold) had contributed to building the most beautiful church of the Church Valchiavenna BV Assunta Prosto of Piura.
Three large churches in Piuro and in every part of the municipality, the largest church in the chest on the altar of the four evangelists, of course, made of solid gold.
Pietra Ollare has been carved for centuries in the mountains of Piuro and has contributed to the wealth of the village. All powers in Europe came to Piuro to admire its beauty, for business and for the scent of lemons and oranges in the gardens.
That was until 3 September 1618. September 4, 1618, at nightfall, a roar, the cries of people, a cloud of dust, a centuries long night, thousands of people, buildings, churches, banks, oranges, lemons disappeared in an instant; the mountain weakend by over-mining collapsed.
September 5, 1618, where there was a beautiful city, a large lake with muddy water has appeared. A traveler looks bewildered and says, "Piuro will rise tomorrow."
The night of Piuro lasted for centuries and it wasn't until the end of 1800's that we began to rebuild it.
Instead of the lake, vineyards, fields, orchards, a few houses, no buildings, no floor of gold, so much history to tell the new wanderers.
Our history is your history to know a people need to know its history, its traditions, its tears, the smile of a girl who opened the door to watch the full moon at the turn of the evening of September 4, 1618, for her and thousands of other people was the last full moon.
Roberto Lucchinetti June 9, 2011