In this village, one and a half hour of car from Naples, time has almost stopped. Not many changes occurred in last twenty years, since we started to come in the summertime. Days follow the same rhythm as ever. The bells of the clock tower beat the quarters and a siren sound loud every day at 8pm, 12 am, 1pm and 5pm: the schedule of work in the fields. The church bells rings also frequently.
There are many old stone houses, with inscriptions and decorations. This one is the house of a stone artisan dated 1735. Doors are so small that you must bend your head to get inside. I love to sketch the village and landscapes around.
Montenero it is not a tourist place. One shop, three bars and a dairy are the main commercial activities, so that only a few weird neapolitans and mountains lovers can appreciate it. As in many south italian villages, there has been a consistent emigration. While normally most of the houses are empty, in the summer the village is full up and you can hear French or Canadian spoken, mixed to the local dialect. My kids appreciate a freedom they can't have in our chaotic city and, just for a change and for a short time, they experience a slow rhythm of life.