We are in the middle of the Western Mediterranean. In Sardinia. On that part of the island which looks towards Africa from a broad Gulf, bordered by lagoons and wetlands where the flamingos nest. Right at the centre of the arc formed by the Gulf lies the city of Cagliari. Behind it spreads the Campidano plain. To the north and east of the city rises a half circle of gently rolling land. Dotted by small towns and villages, olive groves, fields and vineyards. This is where we are, in Serdiana. For thousands of years, this land has produced bread, oil and wine for the city. The countryside brims with the heritage of past centuries: the nuraghi, ancient megalithic stone fortresses erected by our Bronze-Age ancestors, and the small Romanesque churches built by the Victorine monks in the Middle Ages. In the villages, the old houses are built of adobe bricks, the same technique used in ancient Carthage. On our island, grapes have been grown since Nuraghic times, and we have unique native grapes. Some are famous, such as Cannonau, Vermentino, Carignano. Others are less well known: for instance Monica, Bovale, Nasco, Girò, Nuragus. These grapes enclose a full palette of varieties, personalities, nuances. They are treasures to be protected, cultivated, made known. Because this is a land of wine-growers. set in the midst of the Mediterranean. In Sardinia.

Cagliari is the capital city of Sardinia and its largest. Founded by Phoenician seafarers, it was ruled in turn by the Carthaginians, the Romans and the Byzantines. Later, it was the capital city of one of the Giudicati, the independent States into which Sardinia was divided in the Middle Ages. Subsequently, it was conquered by the Pisans, then by the Aragonese, and came under Spanish rule for several centuries.

The city is set on the broad Gulf of Southern Sardinia, between the sea and the coastal wetlands. Seen from the port, it appears as a stronghold of white limestone, with a striking skyline, formed by the walled Castello quarter, with its bastions, the two towers rising above them and the dome of the Cathedral.
Its ancient heart is made up of four historic quarters, with narrow, stone-paved streets, overlooked by houses of golden, friable limestone and countless small churches, some of them almost hidden from sight.

Indeed, its ancient name, Karalis, means “city of stone”. In the local tongue, we just call it Casteddu, the castle. They are perhaps two alternative ways of expressing the wonder of seeing the city at sunset, when the sun bathes it in red and gold.