History | Torre Valgorrera

Lucarini The oldest document in which Valgorrera Tower is named dates back to 1190 when the lords Stuerda ceded it to Pelletta, that with Malabaila governed the fief until XIV century. They were great and noble families of merchants and bankers from Asti, that have come with their loan banks in Lucerne, Zurich and even in Brussels.

From '400 to '700 major lineages of the Piedmontese nobility - the Provana, the Roero Trotti, the Parella - alternated in the property until, in 1783, the castle and 223 days of ground appear to belong to the Cavour who worked profound changes in setting and furnishing of the residential area.

On 26 July 1818 the Marquis Giuseppe Michele Benso di Cavour, Camillo's father who was then a little boy of eight years, sold the property to Gioachino Rolle who took over shortly after the brothers Nigra, cousins of Constantine the famous foreign minister of the Savoy that worked so much at the court of Napoleon III to produce the the desired political effects with the Countess of Castiglione.

They were the Nigra to restore the octagonal tower that still gives the building an elegant aristocratic mansion that aspect, contrasted with intriguing harmony the facade of the massive medieval fortress.

In the last century Torre Valgorrera changed hands a number of middle-class families and one of them still has it.

Art

Rovere The Tower has been portrayed by Clement Rovere, a royal official who traveled from 1827 to 1856 Piedmont, Savoy and Liguria to perform, on the orders of the king, views of the most significant historic homes. Its tables are now kept in the Palazzo Carignano in Turin.

Poetry

The gentle severity of architectural lines, the harmonious contrast between the ocher bricks and the green of the fields, the calmness of the atmosphere lively Torre Valgorrera make a great place to inspire the creativity of the artists.

Ant la pian-a ‘d Poirin, Tor Valgorera,
t’sess n’erbo rossa n mez al verd dij pra;
sola ant ël cel e ferma ant ël passà
të spécie drinta l’eva dla pëschera.

Rense e cerese avische a primavera
as biànto ant l’ària con ij branch piegà,
antant che,sota l’eva abandonà,
s’antërso antorn a la toa front legera.

Tut a l’antorn i-è la campagna granda.
‘Dsora ‘l frèsch ëd j’arbron che at fan garlanda,
ant ij frisson ciàir e sutìi ëd l’aria

che a penten-a ‘l tërfeuj coma ‘d cavèj,
ti it drisse,ò tor sperdüa e solitaria,
coma ant na tèila dël Marchèis d’Azej.

In the plain of Poirino, Tower Valgorrera,
on a red whip in the open lawn
alone in the sky and still in the past
mirrors you into the water of the fishpond.

Roses and cherries lit in spring
flapping in the air fronds bent
that reflected in the abundant water
intersect around your light forehead.

Everything else is great countryside.
And, in the shadow of blackbirds that seem garlands,
in the clear and thin tremors in the air

combing the clover at its best,
thou stand, lost and lonely tower,
as in a painting of the Marquis d'Azeglio.

Pinin Pacòt