Marca is where we were born, and it is the land we live in. The Marca, the hills and the sea, the Sibyllini and the Apennines, the forest and the countryside. A landscape of unforgettable beauty, difficult to describe. A landscape that draws its beauty from which with its roughness it was not easy to tame, and cultivate.
Our grandparents and ancestors did it.
Beauty is a responsibility.
The beauty of the landscape.