Bedonia - Main Sights

Main Sights

The city, just a few miles away from Liguria, is characterized by colorful buildings of obvious Ligurian influence.

The city has two important churches: Sant'Antonino, a Baroque church in the historical center, and the Basilica of San Marco, which is next to the Seminario Vescovile (built in 1846). In it there is a Planetarium, a Museum of Natural History, a Xylographic Exposition, an Art Gallery and a gigantic National Library.

The Sanctuary of the Madonna di S. Marco (Madonna of S. Mark), built in 1939, conserves one wooden statue created in 1531 representing the Madonna with Child on throne.

The ancient Arc of Entrance to the old town is now being included in the breathtaking system of the "Peschiera Park". Also, in Via Trieste (Trieste street) there is an important historical building that shows the Landi family symbol. It's among the most important noble constructions in the whole valley of river Taro.

Of unquestionable value are the natural resources and beautiful landscapes. North of the town, the Mountain Pelpi elevates to 1,410 meters, on top of which there is a huge cross. It's, indeed, a pilgrimage site after a miracle of the Virgin Mary occurred over a century ago. In the center of the village a river runs (Pelpirana) which converges a few miles after into the Taro River.

A few miles west, the tallest mountain (Monte Penna) elevates to about 1745 meters. It is also a pilgrimage place and a suggestive rocky peak surrounded by green forests. However the province lies between 468m and 1745m above sea level.

During recent years, many sporting structures have been built (swimming pool, camping, tennis fields, etc.).


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