Not far to reach. Go on! Stretch out your arm. Imagine you’re touching it. If you try, you’ll feel the sensation of water droplets caressing your face. Milk white, the waterfall gushes down the rock and ends its mad dash as spray and foam.
To enjoy this scenery, you’ve just passed through the village of Foroglio, a picturesque jewel of a place with rustic cottages, vegetable gardens and an abundance of greenery. It’s a welcoming and enchanted place, like in a fairy tale about dwarfs and elves. Here silence reigns supreme except for the thundering waterfall that dominates the village.
You move on, as though you were charmed by a siren’s song, walking along a short path through meadows and woods to get as close as possible to the waterfall and its beauty.
