Corner of curiosities, anecdotes, stories set in the town of Buggiano, told by me. My name is Bice and I am a swallow (considered nice to most) who lives in Buggiano Castello. My family is very old, it has always lived here; our nests have been cut down, moved and rebuilt, but never abandoned over the centuries. In rainy evenings, nestled in our nests, the grandparents tell us (and have always told us) the stories of these places so that they are not lost and are handed down the precise details.