A distant accent floats over this Sardinian island. In Carloforte, on the island of San Pietro, about seven kilometres off Sardinia's southwestern coast, the elders still speak Tabarchino, a Ligurian dialect inherited from an unusual history. In 1738, Genoese fishing families settled in Tabarka, Tunisia, came here to found this town. Nearly three centuries later, their descendants still fish, still cook, and still welcome passengers dropped off by tender with a simplicity that puts everyone instantly at ease.

A Genoese Town in the Sardinian Sea

Landing takes place right on the waterfront, facing the colourful façades that made the town's reputation. Ochre, yellow, faded pink: the whole scene immediately evokes the Ligurian coast, and the resemblance is no coincidence. Behind the docks, a maze of narrow lanes, the carugi, climbs gently up toward the heights. You wander them on foot, past laundry hanging from windows, neighbourhood grocers, and small squares where regulars set the world to rights in the shade.

The walk requires no elaborate route. Simply follow the lanes, emerge onto a square, then head back down toward the water. The remains of fortifications recall less peaceful centuries, and the steady back-and-forth of ferries to the neighbouring larger island marks the day like clockwork.

The Realm of Bluefin Tuna

Carloforte has lived off tuna since its founding. Every spring, bluefin tuna pass along the island during their migration, and fishermen catch them using the ancestral tonnara technique, a system of fixed nets anchored offshore. This tradition runs through the whole of local culture: every May, the Girotonno festival celebrates the king of fish with tastings, culinary demonstrations, and music; the rest of the year, it turns up on nearly every table in town, prepared a thousand different ways.

The municipal museum extends this story further. Its rooms cover the tuna industry, maritime traditions, and the Galanzieri, the boatmen who once handled the port's connections. Here you get a clearer sense of how such a small community built its identity between Liguria, Sardinia, and North Africa. The visit wraps up in under an hour, leaving plenty of time to keep wandering.

At the Table, Three Shores on One Plate

Local cuisine sums up the island's history better than any book could. Cascà, the island's cousin of couscous, arrived from Tunisia with the first settlers; pasta and pesto look toward Genoa; the fish comes straight from the surrounding waters. Sitting down at mealtime in a trattoria in the centre means tasting three shores in a single meal. Portions are generous, prices reasonable, and the waiter will likely have a story about the week's catch.

Coves and the Seabed

Those who prefer nature will head for the coastline. San Pietro's western shore lines up cliffs and wild coves, including Cala Fico, tucked between tall walls of pale rock. Snorkellers will find clear water and rich marine life at Punta Nera, accessible without a boat. Local excursions also offer a boat tour around the island, another way to take in its rugged shape.

One Last Look

As boarding time nears, the waterfront comes alive for the evening aperitivo, the singsong of Tabarchino conversation accompanies the last steps along the quay, and the façades catch the golden light of day's end. You leave Carloforte with the sense of having crossed an invisible border: not quite Sardinia, not really Liguria, an island apart that speaks its own language. Places like this are increasingly rare, and that's exactly what makes you want to come back on the next boat.

Frequently Asked Questions

Tenders land passengers on the waterfront, facing the coloured facades that made the town's reputation. Everything after that is on foot: the carugi, the narrow lanes, climb gently to the higher ground just behind the quays.
On the island of San Pietro, about seven kilometres off Sardinia's south-west coast. It is the island's only town, and it resembles no other Sardinian village.
Because in 1738 Genoese fishing families settled in Tabarka, Tunisia, came here to found the town. The elders still speak tabarchino, a Ligurian dialect. Not quite Sardinia, not really Liguria: an island that speaks its own language.
The town first: the carugi, the small squares, the remains of the fortifications, the municipal museum which takes under an hour. Then a meal in a trattoria in the centre. If time remains, head for the west coast coves or take a boat tour around the island.
Every spring, bluefin tuna pass the island on migration, and fishermen catch them using the ancestral tonnara technique, a system of fixed nets set offshore. The Girotonno festival celebrates the king fish each May.
The history of the tuna industry, maritime traditions and the Galanzieri, the boatmen who once ran the harbour's connections. It explains how such a small community built its identity between Liguria, Sardinia and North Africa. An hour is enough.
Casca, the island cousin of couscous brought from Tunisia by the first settlers; pasta and pesto looking toward Genoa; fish straight from the surrounding waters. Three shores in a single sitting, in generous portions.
San Pietro's west coast lines up cliffs and wild coves, including Cala Fico, wedged between high walls of pale rock. For snorkelling, Punta Nera offers clear water and rich marine life, reachable without a boat.
The euro. Italian, tabarchino and some English in the waterfront businesses. Keep cash: it is a small island and cards are not accepted everywhere, particularly in small shops and at markets.
Yes, it is an anchorage with tender landing, off south-western Sardinia. In strong winds the transfer can be compromised. That is the price for a call that is becoming rare.