A long time ago, a Count from very distant lands transited on his beautiful steed, in the lands of the Val Tramigna and went up until to the plateau of Mount Crocetta. The Count sat down on a stone to rest ‘and by chance could see that from there the landscape waswonderful. Daylight was stroking the hills, at the profile of a castle, the steep roofs of small houses and dark, the white paths and cultivated land, and were scattering in the gentle wind to reach the immobility of the sky. The landscape, the slight smell of must reached his nostrils, the serenity felt at that time, advised him to find dwelling in that lands So it was that from that day for the people of the place He became the COUNT OF CAMPIANO ….