Offcanvas Section

You can publish whatever you want in the Offcanvas Section. It can be any module or particle.

By default, the available module positions are offcanvas-a and offcanvas-b but you can add as many module positions as you want from the Layout Manager.

You can also add the hidden-phone module class suffix to your modules so they do not appear in the Offcanvas Section when the site is loaded on a mobile device.


While visiting the jagged coast of Maratea, rich of numerous creeks and bays, not always accessible from the mainland, you’ll notice the charming resort “ La Secca di Castrocucco”, burned by the sun and protected by a scented and many-coloured bush which can stand the saltiness.
When the summer great heat comes, the scents of the sea blend with the unique perfumes of the luxuriant vegetation: lentisk, myrtle, broom, rosemary, oleanders, etc, create quite extraordinary and rare surroundings. The coast is uncommonly varied; from the little bays with small pebbles to the ever-present stones and cliffs, some of them are shaped like soft, smooth and wore away from the sea, others are sharp and prickly. At the back, the rock mountain sinks to the sea with wooded slopes full of Mediterranean bush. Secular trees are reflected in the calm water and give shade and coolness during the hottest hours of the day.
Then the sea is a play of colours and shades, an alternation of incredible depth and transparency. Those who are keen on adventure meet here their match: the cliffs and the rocks invite to the exploration. Provided with flippers and mask, it is difficult to resist the call of a sea-scape that reveals evocative gorges. The clearness and the quality of the water reserve pleasant surprises and incredible disclosures. You’ll feel in an uncontaminated environment where the breeze, caressing the tender buds, drives scents and sensations on the air. Oh sweet sea-breeze that
… Fades away the haze at the sea-shore
To search the secrets of the soundings
Held in the crystal jewel-case.
… The humid south-east wind soaks the air
With an acrid smell of saltiness,
And the rhythmic swash of the waves
That caresses the dark cliffs
Gives harmony to the sea painting
… And a gull soars in the space
Showing the prey grasped in its beak
I envy you, feathered wanderer,
You fly free everywhere you like
While me …