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A large, dusty piazza studded with cropped Etruscan columns looked<br />
curiously like a spaghetti western set (donkey races take place here in<br />
early June and September). Dominating the humble square was the cool<br />
and sombre Romanesque church of San Donato, remodelled in the 16th<br />
century to include frescoes by the school of Perugino and an enormous<br />
wooden crucifi x by the school of Donatello. A modest bell tower stood<br />
poised beside the church. Undamaged by war and unravaged by modernity,<br />
Civita felt strangely enduring. Without the gaping crowds and gaudy<br />
souvenir stands, it was soothingly quiet.<br />
It was surreal to fi nd, tucked behind the deserted piazza, a tiny<br />
but thriving restaurant, Osteria al Forno di Agnese, run by delightful<br />
Manuela and Raff aele Settimi, who inherited it. In its charming leafy<br />
courtyard, our excellent lunch confounded all expectations: plentiful<br />
bowls of delicious antipasti (such as warm beans with anchovies or<br />
fagiole con alici), handmade pasta (including the local speciality,<br />
umbricelli) and decadent tiramisu. Th e restaurant is certainly a passion<br />
for the young couple, who commute there daily – by Vespa, naturally.<br />
Th ey are part of the community that runs the tiny collection of Civita’s<br />
three restaurants, six snack places and crafts shops, and are committed to<br />
the ‘sinking’ city by family history: Raff aele’s grandmother was born here<br />
in 1913 and founded the osteria in 1968.<br />
Eighty-Three<br />
Below: Paolo Crepet,<br />
an eminent psychiatrist,<br />
moved to Civita in 1994<br />
and opened luxury B&B<br />
La Corte della Maestà.<br />
Left: one of the<br />
imaginatively designed<br />
rooms at La Corte<br />
della Maestà<br />
Bolst ered by whimsical furnishings, an enchanting garden and<br />
antiques and art, La Corte is a sophist icated haven of tranquillity<br />
After lunch, I came across an elderly resident perched outside a gate<br />
who ushered me gently into her garden. What Maria was so eager to show<br />
was an epic panoramic view of the canyon. At the eastern end of the<br />
village, a small staircase led down to Etruscan burial caves, now used for<br />
storage, which also house a chapel. Never far from the edge of the abyss in<br />
this small village island, the most disconcerting monument I encountered<br />
was the facade of a Renaissance Palace. Th e rest of the structure had been<br />
lost in a landslide and the windows looked through to thin air. Exposed,<br />
vulnerable and housing just a handful of people, it’s unsurprising that<br />
Civita became known as La Città che muore (the Dying City).<br />
It was a depressed patient who drew Paolo Crepet, one of Italy’s most<br />
eminent psychiatrists, to Civita in 1994. ‘She said she was living in such a<br />
diffi cult place, a little town with a bridge,’ he tells me over an espresso in the<br />
piazza’s chic little cafe. ‘I was working in Rome, but had never heard of<br />
Civita. I was curious so she invited me to visit her. I drove up here in horrible<br />
weather, and what I saw looked like a fable, or a drawing. It was such a<br />
strange feeling and I immediately asked about fi nding a house here.’<br />
Other wealthy urbanites from Rome and Milan have also recently set<br />
up home here (though merely as a holiday retreat), transforming ruins into<br />
subtle luxury residences and quietly reinvigorating the fl ailing city. Crepet<br />
bought the bishop’s former residence (though in grave disrepair, it featured