Abandon all worries, you who enter …
Those who arrive here, in just fifteen minutes leaving behind the Milan-Venice autostrada and the frantic mass tourism of Lake Garda, enter a whole other dimension, peaceful and bucolic.
One is immersed in a Virgilian atmosphere, where the sight of the famous canebrakes (nearby there is a place that disputes with Pietole the claim for the birthplace of Virgil) finally erases the monotony of the Po valley landscape, whose houses have mostly become, according to Ceronetti, “snickering masks of stupidity set in a row.”
Not here, because the fortified village of Castellaro, which is mirrored in its heart-shaped lake, was first forgotten (thus we must give our thanks to the power of oblivion) and then – when people noticed that this corner of the Garda morainic amphitheater had miraculously escaped the plague of surveyors – it received tender loving care from the local council.
Thus the old Guelf walls, the streets paved with river stones, the exposed stone walls of the rectory and of the houses were saved: such as the house covered with climbing plants, opposite Villa Arrighi-Tacoli, which one would never tire of looking at, because it has remained intact since the 13th century.
But let us proceed with order. One enters the small village from the north through a wide gate, which until the 1700s also had a drawbridge.
A tall square tower, called the Clock Tower, rises above the gate to protect it.