In the fiord of Furore the sea boils and bubbles, an incessant fury , the crashing of waves almost a howl : the ancients called it "Terra Furoris". Furore is not really a town ,or not in the classic sense of the term, it is more like a chain of houses , of olive-groves and vines , agave , that from the lap of Monte Lattari, dive into the cobalt blue sea... "Tranquil houses , dreamy rosy terraces , descending to the sea in islands of villas around the churches" (A.Gatto )