Between the Serchio valley and Versilia the Apuan Alps rise in all their grandeur a stone's throw from the sea. Rugged profiles and sharp peaks that almost act as a watershed between the holiday luxury of the coast and the remains of the peasant culture behind it. Between these mountains a fierce and uneven daily battle is fought between man and nature: on the one hand man, who appropriates everything that nature offers him, on the other nature, which slowly tries to recover its own spaces, thanks to its cyclic repetition. They are unique mountains of their kind, where the dense green of the woods is abruptly interrupted by the enormous white flows of debris from the marble quarries. Mountains that have become so unique that they can be compared to a gigantic work of land art, mountains sculpted by the work of man. It is a landscape in front of which thousands of unwitting tourists marvel who visit these mountains every year in search of the marble that once inspired Michelangelo, unaware of how they were and how, perhaps one day, they will return to be.
