Landscape and Outskirts
Bobbio is 45 km away from Piacenza and from there you can reach it by taking the state road n. 45 road which connects Piacenza to Genova. From Pavia you can reach Bobbio from road n. 461 and Pass Penice.
From Bobbio, the road to Piacenza is only a few minutes from Barberino Orrido, a wonderful overlook of the river Trebbia. Continuing in the same direction you enter the village of Mezzano Scotti, and a few kilometers afterwards, the little village called Perino. It is an ideal starting point for visiting the Perino Valley or the ancient characteristic villages of Aglio and Pradovera.
On the same road but in the direction of Genova and 4 km from Bobbio is San Salvatore, a little village with a wonderful view of the rivers meanderings. A few kilometers upstream is Marsaglia and Brugnello, with the ancient Church of Brugnello overlooking the river Trebbia.
From Bobbio, taking the state road n. 461 for Pavia after 12 km you reach Passo Penice (1145 m) where there is a ski resort on the top of the Monte Penice (1460 m). This is the location of the ancient Virgin Penice Sanctuary with a view of the region; a few kilometers downhill, near Ceci, is a cross country ski run.
On the other side of the river just 10 km from Bobbio is the village of Coli, situated between beautiful pine woods and pasture fields.
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