For sale mansion, sea Siderno RC

I had been on vacation in Calabria for a few days, without too strict a schedule. I had chosen a quiet part of the Ionian coast to slow down, to read, to breathe. One afternoon, as the sun slowly descended behind the hills, I found myself walking through the center of a small town near the beach. I don´t even remember the name. But I do remember that antique store well.
The window display was a fascinating chaos of forgotten objects, and in the center, in a little box of faded blue velvet, was her: a coral necklace, a warm, bright red, like certain sunrises over the sea. I entered almost without realizing it.
The owner, a kindly old man, told me that the necklace belonged to a young woman who lived in Siderno, many years ago. He could not tell me much more, but something about the object had already captured me. I bought it.
Later, at the hotel, as I opened the box, I found a letter hidden under the velvet. It was fragile and yellowed, written in elegant handwriting. A man was declaring his love for a girl who lived in a villa in Siderno, describing a magical place: a fragrant citrus grove, a small balcony overlooking the silence, and a voice that sang, thinking it would not be heard.
Those words struck me so much that I decided, on impulse, to go to Siderno. The town was not far away, in fact: its location struck me immediately. It was very close to the sea, but it was enough to move a few streets to find oneself immersed in a green and hilly landscape. Perfect balance between coast and quiet.
Walking through the streets of the old town, I noticed an avenue edged with palm trees. I stopped. At the end of the avenue, an ancient iron gate opened my gaze to a three-story villa. Each one different: one simple and severe, the other ornate, and the last one ... elegant, with a small flowery balcony.
“Each one different as you sisters are, and the last one bearing your grace and looking out lonely as I do to listen to your melodious voice.“
Those words were in the letter. I had no doubt: that was the house.
A man was pruning the garden. A gardener. I approached, he saw me curious and invited me in. As we walked among the abandoned citrus trees and the overgrown paths, he told me the history of the mansion. It had belonged to a noble family, then stood empty for decades. Now it was for sale.
“It needs a lot of work,“ he told me. “But the structure is solid, and the potential ... is immense, and what´s more, the land is also buildable.“
He was right. The rooms, though dusty, retained original details: grit floors, frescoed ceilings, wrought-iron railings. The garden was a forgotten treasure, with ancient trees and the scent of the sea just a few steps away and those two semi-detached buildings at the back of the villas, how many things could be done.
I immediately thought of the possibilities: a boutique hotel, luxury apartments, a diffuse resort, a place for creative retreats or weddings surrounded by greenery, with the beach less than a five-minute walk away. Siderno is strategic: convenient connections, growing tourism, mild climate year-round.
As I climbed to the third floor, I arrived in front of the small balcony. I paused. The wind barely moved the dusty curtains. I looked at the horizon and closed my eyes. I could almost hear that voice, faintly, intoning a forgotten melody.
Maybe it was no accident that that necklace had come to me.
And maybe this vacation was not just supposed to relax me...

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