As the image of a postcard, in the mountains of Sannio, along the spur of rock Agnone, a small village of the high Molise. The silver fir and beech trees live as inhabitans of fairy tales, dense and humid forests, while accompanying the town.
Tangle of small streets, keepers of ancient memories, with churches and bell towers, houses with stone portals, embellished by local stonemasons.
Its goldsmiths, coppersmiths, and then its craftsmen, like those in the foundry of the bells, as in a volcano, shape expertly, according to archaic traditions, unchanged, with dedication and passion, masterpieces of craftsmanship we hear chiming all over the world. Molise and Puglia to Vietnam, the bells of Agnone, lead, like migratory birds in the world, a bit of Molise, a piece of art and the activity of the Pontifical Foundry Marinelli.
