Casale - Places in Italy

Places in Italy

Communes
  • Casal di Principe in the province of Caserta, Campania
  • Casalattico, when part of the Duchy of Sora, was known as Casale
  • Casale Borgone, former name of Casalborgone in the province of Turin, Piedmont
  • Casale Corte Cerro in the province of Verbano-Cusio-Ossola, Piedmont
  • Casale Cremasco-Vidolasco in the province of Cremona, Lombardy
  • Casale di Scodosia in the province of Padua, Veneto
  • Casale Grande, former name of Casalgrande, near Modena in the province of Reggio Emilia, Emilia-Romagna
  • Casale Litta in the province of Varese, Lombardy
  • Casale Maggiore, former name of Casalmaggiore in the province of Cremona, Lombardy
  • Casale Marittimo in the province of Pisa, Tuscany
  • Casale Monferrato in the province of Alessandria, Piedmont
  • Casale sul Sile in the province of Treviso, Veneto
  • Conca Casale, in the province of Isernia, Molise
  • Roccacasale in the Province of L'Aquila, Abruzzo
  • San Pietro in Casale in the province of Bologna, Emilia-Romagna
Other localities
  • Casale (Cesena), a frazione of Cesena, in the province of Forlì-Cesena, Emilia-Romagna
  • Casale (Pignone), a frazione of Pignone in the province of La Spezia, Liguria
  • Casale (Teramo) a village near Valle San Giovanni, which is a frazione of Teramo in the province of Teramo, Abruzzo
  • Casale Buttano, former name of Casalbuttano, the principal centre of Casalbuttano ed Uniti in the province of Cremona, Lombardy

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