San Marino Tourism :

San Marino-between history and legend-a story to be lived.

It is not easy to describe the emotions aroused by San Marino, a place rich in history and modern hospitality. The San Marino e-xperience offers a series of narrated itineraries and tourist services so you can better live the thousand facets of the world's oldest Republic.
Mt. Titano - To understand a country, comprehend its reasons for existence, justify the historic inspiration behind its foundation constitute an authentic act of conquest.
It's like ascending from the Adriatic coast to the peak of Mount Titano. It is like conquering egotistical, opportunistic reason, freeing oneself to receive the loftiness of pure concepts. It's like freeing yourself from the weight of your body, feeling just your soul.

On this philosophic journey we will adventure out to follow the destiny of the Dantesque creatures of Purgatory who shed weight as they climbed higher. Thus we pass the slopes, cross the great gateway, enter the third ring of the city wall, then the second and finally the first. Here the civic content of this portentous Republic reveal themselves, ever linked to the sacred context that dates back the steadfast presence of its Founder, Saint Marino.
Legends wrapped in the magic of the night - A blanket of dark-violently shaken by the south wind that first bends down the treetops, rending the human soul-enshrouded the Second Tower with an aura of Medieval sorcery. There were none of the summer tourists and the silence of the night was broken only by an unrelenting, metallic clanking of a sign, ravaged by the wind. Perhaps, once again, my inexorable imagination, the source of adventures and impossible dreams, was playing a dirty trick on me, but by the Passo delle Streghe (the Witches Pass, a name which could not be more appropriate) that evening the air seemed to come directly from the caverns of hell, making the thousands of lights on the Coastline flicker like will-o'-the-wisp fires lit by diabolic goblins. And yet the weaving slope up the Cesta-between the stones just dislodged along the long steps flanked by a ponderous row of merlons, secure but threatening-inspired in me something more than simple suggestion.^ Travel Tips