The narrow white alleys, where there are no cars and the children play freely. The voices of workers whitewashing a house and echoing in the torpor of a summer afternoon.
The houses nestled on top of each other, with flowered balconies, iron doors and purple bougainvillea that climb towards the roofs. The cottage of mysteries, now occupied by weeds and shrubs, with a gate opening onto the blue, abandoned along the countryside towards Raito and guardian of a clear view of Vietri sul Mare. The silhouette of Monte Falerio with its pointed peak, seeing everything, protecting everything.
Albori is one of the most beautiful villages in Italy and has an ancient history, intermingled with legend. It is said that its name derives from Arvo, one of Jason's Argonauts, who found shelter in the marina of old Marcina, now Vietri sul Mare, to defend himself from the fury of Aeolus. Arvo fell in love with this place so much that he decided to stay there forever. Another tradition says that the name Albori refers to the albores, the trees, because in ancient times people went up towards Mount Falerio on foot to collect wood to build ships.
And in a place blessed with a Mediterranean climate and lush vegetation, could there ever be a water source that is the source of stories and tales to be passed down from generation to generation? This is why it is said that the Albola mineral water source gave the town its name.
Setting aside the mythology, it was the Etruscans who chose the ancient Vietri sul Mare as an outpost for their trade, convinced by the mildness of the climate and the abundance of water.
Occupied first by the Samnites and then by the Romans, the town was razed to the ground by Genseric's troops in 455 A.D. or by a tidal wave, until the surviving inhabitants decided to abandon the marina and climbed the hill to settle high up, where Albori stands today, to escape the Saracen raids, as evidenced by a document from 1324 where for the first time there is mention of a hamlet of Albori, 300 metres above sea level.