In the background of Mainarde there is Scapoli. Nearby, Fonte Costanza, a small village where, almost unexpectedly, appear, among houses, small shops, old people sitting at the door, as in a landscape painting. Artisan shops, where the Zampogne (Bagpipes) are “built”, as a thounsand years ago. Typical instrument of shepherds, very ancient, wind instrument, resounding distant echoes in every corner of the world. Wood with its smells, cherry, olive, apricot, plum trees or the almond tree seasoned in the sun; sheepskin or goatskin tanned fill the shops that smell of old memories, old traditions, secular, immersed in this remote corner where time seems to stand still as dust.

And then there is the “Zampogna Festival”.  It is July. Distant peoples, musicians, carrying passions, animate Scapoli, a place of exchange, of traditions and cultures in which you follow the rhythms of different popular traditions. And the Zampogna, which is likely to disappear, recovers, with its authenticity, the true value of the genuine traditional folk culture. The “old” lives with the “new”, without losing its soul and its roots, in vivid “Zampognari” that bring culture.