On a slope cultivated with vines and olive trees, one ecounters Furore. The ancient name of the whole area was Terra Furoris, because of the thunderous roar that on stormy nights the sea and the wind would produce by resounding against the high walls of the fjord plunging almost straight down from the edge of Agerola’s plateau. A steep staircase leads down. The fascination of this strip of coast is irresistible, with the fjord wedged between vines and cliffs, tiny houses and the sea.

The first reliable news that you have of the housing settlement indicate Furore as a simple hamlet in the Royal City of Amalfi. Furore emerges from its complete anonymity with the compilation of the Caroline cadastre of 1752, which returns the image of a small coastal community scattered throughout the territory, devoid of cultivable land and scarcely inhabited.

This stronghold was also unbeatable at the time of the Saracen raids. Its inhabitants were dedicated to sheep-farming and handicrafts, whereas the Fjord was a natural harbour, where flourishing trades took place and developed the oldest forms of industrial activity: paper mills, namely mills fed by the waters of the stream Schiatro descending from the Lattari Mountains.

The trails, mainly made up of stairs and footpaths that steeply climbed upwards, allowed a series of exchanges and relationships between people which today have definitely been eclipsed by the large number of passable roads. The upward, slow, measured movement on foot transversal to the elongated stretch of the Sorrentine peninsula was replaced by a longitudinal, fast-moving passable one for cars.

On one hand the state road that runs along the coast leading to Amalfi allows a great panoramic view of the landscape, on the other hand it inevitably ends up hierarchizing the sites, exalting some, and dramatically excluding others from the visitor’s view.

So, Furore was broken in two: on one side its marina (the Fjord), perceived as a gorge, an extraordinary isolated naturalistic phenomenon and, on the other side, its hamlet, with houses strewn along the ridge and virtually “invisible” for those traveling along the Amalfi Coast.