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Giardino di Ninfa, fioriture primaverili lungo il viale delle lavande, Fondazione Roffredo Caetani

The enchantment of the Garden of Ninfa, Cisterna Latina, open year-round

Where water enchants with stories and buildings blossom quietly

Ninfa was born beside a spring, in both name and spirit. Its name comes from an ancient Roman temple dedicated to water nymphs, once standing near the flowing source that still nourishes the garden today. In the Middle Ages, Ninfa became a thriving town along the lesser-known Via Pedemontana, a strategic route that bypassed the marshes of the Appian Way. Ruled by noble families—Tuscolo, Frangipane, Colonna, Caetani—it saw its golden age crowned in 1159, when Pope Alexander III was consecrated in its main church. But in 1382, during the Western Schism, the town was sacked. Malaria swept through the lowlands, and Ninfa fell silent—a ghost city lost to time.

Centuries passed, and then, quietly, life returned. In the 16th century, Cardinal Nicolò III Caetani envisioned a walled garden of rare citrus and quiet fountains—an hortus conclusus. In the late 1800s, Ada Bootle Wilbraham, an Englishwoman married into the Caetani family, began restoring the site with her sons, Gelasio and Roffredo. They drained the swamps, cleared the ruins, and planted cypresses, oaks, beeches, and countless roses. In the 1930s, Marguerite Chapin, Roffredo’s wife and a patron of the arts, opened the garden to poets, artists, and writers—turning Ninfa into a sanctuary of creativity.

The garden’s final guardian was Lelia, Marguerite’s daughter, a painter with a quiet soul. She treated Ninfa like a living canvas, blending colors, guiding nature without forcing it, and never using chemicals. She introduced magnolias, prunus trees, climbing roses, and designed the rock garden known as the “colletto.” In 1972, she founded the Roffredo Caetani Foundation to protect Ninfa’s legacy and the nearby castle of Sermoneta. Today, among clear waters and ivy-covered ruins, Ninfa lives on—a place where time slows, and every leaf carries a memory.