Spongano

I am the green lung of Songano, a tract of secular olives on the course(serre) that from Spongano slides towards Castiglione d’Otranto.It is narrated that here precisely, refugees from Vaste or from Castro took shelter and then founded the city of Spongano...

My name is “Mammanu”, from the nickname of the family I belonged to, in Leccese dialect, it refers to midwifery profession, la mammana.The name of the road where I am found, Borgo Orto Preti Street, refers, in the past, to the property of the parish authority...

Apart from housing the clock, I was in the past, head office to the Municipality of Spongano, where public matters where discussed as shown in ancient registers.My construction is dated to the 18th century, this date is engraved on one of the two pilasters, that overlook Carmine Street...

The supply of water has always come from wells, that draw water from natural underground aquifers, that form near impermeable layers. Rain water slowly corrodes calcareous rocks, on the outer surface as well as by seeping through the reticles, resulting over thousands of years...

Engineer Antonio Rini used to relax amongst these trees, brother to Doctor Gaetano, the eclectic owner of an eighteenth century palace that is found at the chapel of the Madonna del Carmine, along the same road...

The menhirs, vertical monoliths of different height, mostly, are not more than 5 metres tall, they are called “pietrefitte”, it is supposed that their use was religious or maybe tied to the rites of fertility...

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