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Contrada Triona
96018 Pachino (SR)
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CASUZZE I MORI:
From the name
to their position
Casuzze I Mori, the name refers to the way in which "vulgarly" were defined those small houses, the "casuzze" in fact, used as stables and granaries of the farm, with a reference to the Moors (Arabs) who dominated the territory up to their exile 1091 with the fall of nearby Noto, when, as legend has it, the widow of the emir, who fell in battle against the Normans, went with her treasure towards Marzamemi. Here, before leaving for Egypt, he gave orders to his slaves to hide that treasure inside the Cave of Calafarina, killing them immediately afterwards so that they could not reveal that hiding place- From that day their souls became the guardians of that place.
Located in a geographically happy position, the Casuzze I Mori, open up a range of roads that lead to famous destinations, and others that are little known.
A few kilometers to the east, Marzamemi and the aristocratic Noto greet each other.
The triangle resting on limestone, between Cozze and Triona, was a resting place and meeting place for the British and Canadian allies after the landing at Capo Passero and Marza (First Infantry, 51 Highland Div and Argyll) and as a storage place for non-transportable machinery and ammunition by mules, and a German-made plane confiscated by an Australian pilot.
Along the north-east, the provincial road, interrupted only by a comma of the sea, extends towards Europe.
At the foot of the Casuzze, in the streets towards colorful vineyards, lies baroque Pachino.
To the south-east the imposing Xibini Tower illuminates the path to the lost and, complacently, testifies to the union of the two seas (the Ionian and the Mediterranean).
From East to West, the warm beaches, shores and marshes around the Casuzze draw a blue interlude in the extreme tip of the South.
Between Costa D'Ambra and Costa Sole, in the eastern sky the Phoebus-Apollo-Sun announces the dawn kissing the infinite and with its long fingers it caresses the grains of sand of the Ionian Sea, where legend has it the goddess Calypso stretched out to dry the curls.
Lying between chiappera flowers and the smell of muscat, in the sweet marine nights the Casuzze rattle off prehistory, poems and legends: diligent, they protect catacombs and archaeological sites where the Sicans lived since the most remote times.
Casuzze The peaceful Moors, stretched out in the shade of the fig tree, listen to the whisper of the wind and the moans of the shipwrecked on the rocks lapped by the brackish waves, where Ulysses walked in his footsteps.
