The legends sorrentine - By the way… of the bib of the Jesus Child
One of the ancient traditions of Sorrento are the art of the embroidery, to which a lot of girls since small they devoted him spending the whole day slopes on the looms weaving butterflies, birds, flowers with their skilled fingers.
Toward the sunset the result of a long and fatiguing day was seen to the takings with needle and thread, the gugliata it shortened, while the cloth showed precious sparkling embroideries. He often kept on also working to end that masterpiece and to see him completely budded.
You tells that one day an elderly lady sorrentina, to the sunset he had not ended to embroider a flower on a bib yet, even if it warned the tiredness, it had the desire to complete it; it fixed so the sweet look toward a great cloud that turned him into a great bow and it slowly came down, the lady picked up the I snow in an edge of his/her veil. The angel I pray with her, until when the cloud became a thread of silk composing himself/herself/itself on the cloth and embroidering not still the flower completed. In little time the bib was ready and all the bells played to party, the stars became fair flowers of orange tree that went to cover all the gardens of the coastline doing yes that the peninsula sorrentina had the more beautiful gardens of orange tree.