The Evolution of a Place
At the end of the 20's the railway that ran along the entire coast was moved and the old railway toll was purchased after the Second World War and turned into a "Roundabout on the Sea". For all the '50s and '60s the restaurant was a meeting point for summers.
At the beginning of the '70s, the current owners took over the business, dedicating themselves mainly to the restaurant business that made it one of the most popular restaurants in the area.
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Now, after more than 45 years of activity, the family has decided to embark on a new adventure, plow new seas, starting a new accommodation, but keeping the tradition that has always characterized the place.
Sara is now ready to welcome you, help you and advise you on your adventures in this land that we call Liguria.
The Legend of the Gold Bay (La Baia D'oro)
Many years ago, when the coasts were sparsely populated and families gathered to form small villages here and there, in a bay surrounded by heath and sun-kissed by the sea, in an inlet surrounded by heather and scented by pines, a group of fishermen's families, he formed a small village, electing him to his home.
TRIGOSO loved RIVA, a good and beautiful girl with long braids that looked like gold. The two young men had sworn eternal love and decided to form a new family
In this village people were building new houses, working, fishing and living happily. In a modest fisherman's house lived TRIGOSO, a young brown, tall and beautiful like the sun
Finally the wedding day. the procession wound along the small streets and was heading towards the church for the celebration of the wedding ceremony, when screams came from the navy:
The Pirates! The Pirates! Run! Pirates are coming! Run! Run!
As a matter of fact, from the sea some ships ran along unseen, they had arrived on the beach. The little village, taken by surprise, was invaded and looted, the houses burned, the men captured, killed and the most beautiful women abducted.
TRIGOSO in an attempt to defend his RIVA was hit by a blow and fell unconscious to the ground.
RIVA, the beautiful girl with golden braids was dragged on the beach and then embarked on the largest of the corsair ships.
Meanwhile, the pirates, seized by unbridled euphoria, destroyed, killed, stole and burned. When the village was completely destroyed and deserted, the pirates, drunk and loaded with booty, returned to their ships. TRIGOSO miraculously unharmed, it came to light just as the corsair ships were about to set sail. Immediately realized what had happened and out of himself from the pain ran over the cliff that overlooked the sea, shouting and invoking his beloved RIVA.
As soon as they saw it, a large amount of arrows set off from the ships. TRIGOSO, struck in the chest, with his hands outstretched, as if he wanted to reach his beloved, he rushed down the cliff into the small niche kissed by the sea and, among those silver pebbles, murmuring a name, he breathed out.
RIVA, helplessly assisted from the edge of the ship to the whole scene and for a moment remained petrified.
Suddenly, upset by the great pain, he threw himself screaming at Captain Corsaro, scratching his eyes and face. These blinded by blood and rage drew his dagger from his belt and repeatedly hit her in the belly.
The girl stiffened a moment, eyes wide and fell rolling on the deck of the ship. Some pirates took her, wrapped in her white wedding dress and threw her into the sea.
At that point the water became vermilion.
Suddenly a mysterious and great wave lifted the ship making it frighten and it was at that moment that some treasure chests full of gold and precious places in the deck slipped and were swallowed by the waters.
Vain were the attempts of the pirates to locate and recover the treasure. The point was never exactly located.
After three days, the corsair ships sailed, heading the prows to the far east. The sun turned at sunset.
During the night the Angels of Heaven descended where RIVA had died and placed at that point a great bell-shaped rock, so that the people would remember RIVA forever.
At the same time in the niche where TRIGOSO died, the silver pebbles began, rolling, a sweet song of love.
Many other sunsets and many years passed. The pirates never returned
The village prospered and grew larger. The niche where he had fallen TRIGOSO became the Niche of Love and the silver pebbles from that fateful day did not stop singing anymore.
The bay where the angels had placed the rock in memory of the girl with golden braids and where the pirates lost the treasure, was called the BAIA D'ORO.
The village by the will of the people took a name, a name that recalled a great love; a name that recalled the ancient history of a glorious seafaring village, a name to remember the story:
RIVA TRIGOSO
The History of Riva Trigoso
If we were to believe a legend we could not help but consider the Ripa (this was the first name of Riva) born from the enchantment of a game of water. In fact, originally, the sea crept between Santo Stefano and S. Margherita, between Casarza and Trigoso, surrounded the mountains Castello, Bardi and Pagano and occupied the current rivana coast.
With the passage of time, the action of the waters of the stream Petronio and Gromolo, combined with that of the sea, completed the landfill by creating a soft calanca on which the beautiful town had to make its first cry.
After 1000, when the Sestresi addressed the course of Petronius to RIPA, probably, on the beach, they found some rough "wood" of fishermen who lived perched at Zenestra and Tregosa and who still had in their eyes and hearts anxieties and bitter experiences for having had the misfortune to attend the destructive work begun by the Longobard Rotaru (641) and continued, from 800 to 1000, by the Saracens.
The Saracens, taking advantage of the anarchy that reigned in Italy and the consequent state of weakness in which it was found, had invaded the area by predating men, women and children to see them as slaves.
Later, pirates and pirates found a comfortable landing place on the uninhabited beach to assault Tregosa, Zenestra, Sara and S. Bartolomeo.
Mugahid, Dragut, Morat Rays and Amurat Bey are the names of the leaders of those who in addition to leaving fire, mourning and misery, prevented the start of the urban development process on the rival beach.
Only when the nightmare of the landings and looting stopped and the RIPA (formerly a fief of the Doria) became ... RIVA of peaceful landings, those of Zenestra and tregosa, did not delay to build the first houses, between the end of 1600 and the first 1700.
This is borne out by a topographic map of the time taken from official archives, which also solves the dilemma if the first constructions have placed root in the west or east of the Petronius.
During the Republic and then the Kingdom of Italy we find Riva Ligure between Ginestra and S. Bartolomeo, in the "terzero di S. Giovanni" of the Podesteria of Sestri while in the beginning Trigoso was included in that of the "Borgo di Sestri".
This confirms a priority of the Ginestra on the Riva instead of Trigoso as someone believes.
Assertion guaranteed by a writing that gives the RIPA as an ancient "posta" (in the sense of ambush) belonging to Zenestra.
The Doria properties passed to the Durazzo, the Brignole and the Balbi.
In particular, the latter gave a not indifferent increase to the village.
The railway has the name of Riva a Trigoso and this by virtue of the purpose for which it had been brought to it:
disengagement of a common service for the villages of Riva and Trigoso.
The geology is verified, the etymology (RIVA means shore, bank) and in a certain sense, besides the date of birth, also the ethnology.
We do not believe in committing a sin of presumption and being very far from the truth if, letting ourselves be guided by imagination, we penetrate those six or seven jars drawn in the ancient document to make acquaintance with the first inhabitants.
We seem to see them arm a hull. They are burnt by the sun and by the saltiness. They bring the "gazu" to the Phoenician, the sides are wrapped in the "senta" band and have a "valun-na" pulled half-leg.
Impossible to trace the names, but surely were the progenitors of those noble sailors of the House of Stagnaro, Lena, Ghio, Zolezzi, Carniglia, Olivieri, Castagnola and Bregante that with honor brought and bring into the world ... the skills of the people of RIVA TRIGOSO.