Aliano is a village with magical echoes, perched on a hill overlooking the Val d’Agri.
His name is inseparably linked to that of Carlo Levi – who stayed there in the 1930s – and to the Calanchi, suggestive natural pinnacles of clayey composition shaped by the erosion of time that make the surrounding area very similar to a lunar landscape. This is how the Turin writer describes them: “On a remote land like the moon, white in that silent light, without a plant or a blade of grass, tormented by the waters of always, excavated, streaked, pierced.”