Hot Air Balloon Festival
The Hot air balloon festival takes place in October. It began more than 20 years ago and it is promoted by the administration and "Pro- Loco". Both Italian and foreign crews take part, and the meeting is not only a sporting event, but also an important cultural meeting, due to the presence of famous representatives of the arts and culture. Its main aim is to promote the exploitation of Fragneto's and Samnium's agricultural, cultural and handicraft resources, to allow the knowledge and peace among different races and cultures.
During the festival, in the town there are a lot of exhibitions and expositons of folklore, music, art, local handicrafts, typical products and cultural meetings.
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