Once upon a time there was an enchanting place on the Ligurian Sea, a spot where the water was cleaner and the sun was shining longer. Here the Sirens, dazzled by the wonderful scenery offered by the island, settled down on the cliffs that, like little thrones, were rising from the water.
One day, from the coast, Tigullio, the youngest and most handsome of the tritons, saw Segesta, the most fascinating and beautiful of the sirens. She had eyes more blue then the water and hairs more lucent than the sky, though he fell in love with her.
One night while the shining moon was covering the rocks with silver and many stars were pulsing like his heart, Tigullio tried to abduct Segesta. But Neptune, the sea God, didn’t agree that such a paradise could be stolen of the most delicate of his gems and punished Tigullio petrifying his arm overstretched to catch the siren. Then was formed the istm, that joins the island to the continent and nowadays it’s still possible to admire that promontory, those cliffs and that sea and realise that Sirens are sleeping there.