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Tiny San Marino is make-believe beautiful

By COLIN COVERT | Star Tribune (Minneapolis) | Published: November 23, 2016

San Marino is not on many travelers’ bucket lists, which is a shame, yet logical. The little mountaintop country — officially called the Most Serene Republic of San Marino — could barely fill a thimble. And though it’s surrounded by northeast Italy, it isn’t Italy. A landlocked speck overlooking the Adriatic coast, it is overlooked by almost everyone.

But for day-trippers looking to pass a few hours outside Florence, this is a sovereign state worth a detour.

No need to apologize if you haven’t heard of San Marino. It’s one of the world’s tiniest nations, larger than Monaco and Vatican City, but eclipsed by the European microstates of Andorra and Liechtenstein. Dating back to the Roman Empire, it’s also the world’s oldest country. According to legend, it was founded on Sept. 3, 301 A.D., by St. Marinus, a Christian stonecutter fleeing religious persecution, who saw its sky-high location as a protective godsend.

Constitutionally governed since the late 16th century, the Lilliputian state has grown little in the years since. It covers 24 square miles atop Mount Titano, with just 31,000 residents.

While San Marino does not punch above its weight when it comes to culture, history or the food and drink scene, it provides gorgeous sightseeing. I saw breathtaking panoramas and endless photo opportunities of pointed arches or polygonal balconies.

Duty-free boutiques range from swank to seedy, all in the ambience of a daffy, slightly sinister Disneyland. Where else can you see store shelves full of local wines custom labeled with striking portraits of Adolf Hitler, a sieg-heiling Benito Mussolini, Josef Stalin, and racy nude female pinups? How many tourist gems send visitors to see fairy-tale-pretty sights atop their spires by climbing steep, vertigo-inducing interior ladders up, up and up through increasingly claustrophobic platforms? Is there another place where any visitor can purchase a submachine gun? San Marino has Europe’s most relaxed gun laws, with multiple shops in the capital selling AK-47s, pistols, revolvers, knives of all lengths, archery supplies and crossbows.

Exploring it, I felt like the American innocent in “The Third Man,” hearing jaunty zither music in a world out of joint. Still, I found it almost irresistibly appealing.

Spotless cobblestone walkways radiate from the walled medieval town center between beautifully preserved buildings. They slope dramatically to the town’s square and across the ancient town, allowing me easy access to every museum, cafe and shop.

A brief hike brought me to the stunning neoclassic Basilica di San Marino, a newcomer built in the early 19th century. Ten minutes farther in different directions were the three iconic crenelated citadels, two of which are open to tour. Their views from on high were awesome, but I didn’t need to climb those fortifications’ inside ladders to the peak for lofty views worth a hundred photos. Anywhere around the city’s walls are sweeping 360-degree vantage points.

San Marino’s three tall fortress and prison watchtowers are plopped atop Monte Titano, the region’s highest, scrawniest peak. The sheer limestone conformations rise above the flatlands like a giant spinal column, summiting more than half a mile above sea level. It suggests the kind of mountainous country where governments generally tumble off the precipice.

And, in fact, it is. Under fascist rule through World War II and a Communist-led government in the 1970s, this odd democracy has shown a flexible tendency to travel in whatever direction the prevailing wind is blowing. The fickle politics sparked a tiny civil war of its own in 1957, with no casualties, apart from one man who shot his own foot.

San Marino hosts about 2 million visitors a year, largely Italians bringing empty suitcases to its sloping warren of streets for tax-free shopping. The many stores offer luxury jewelry, clothing and perfumes, leather handbags and cigarettes. And, of course, there are those wines with unsavory labels and oodles of guns, plus toys that are near exact replicas.

The diminutive walled capital is far prettier, more charming and less crowded after summer’s peak tourist season. Once you are there, those gravity-defying sheer drops and tacky retail sideshows pay off with standouts in every direction.

Driving the winding, nosebleed-steep switchback road up toward the old citadel’s central gate, changing course as often as San Marino’s government, is a challenge to anyone with motion sickness or fear of heights. (Those without the phobia can use the high-tech ski-lift-like gondola that runs up and down Monte Titano, the main link to the present day in a place otherwise pleasantly unscathed by modernity.)

The trip, though it may feel death-defying, is worth sweaty palms for the ancient beauty, the curious hint of the underworld, and the endless views.

San Marino doesn’t feel real, but it’s make-believe beautiful.

On a clear day you can view the Adriatic Sea from the landlocked mountaintop. (Colin Covert/Minneapolis Star Tribune/TNS)
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