Hidden in the hills near Lucca lies a small abandoned swimming pool that is slowly being reclaimed by nature. Behind cracked walls and overgrown paths, this forgotten place once echoed with the sounds of summer: children learning how to swim, laughter bouncing off tiled walls, and water shimmering in the Tuscan light.
When I visited this place in 2020, it felt as though time had stood still.
The pool sits high on a hill, surrounded by greenery and silence. Large windows still offer beautiful views over the rolling Italian landscape. Even in its decay, there is something strangely peaceful about it. Nature has softened the concrete edges. Plants creep through the empty basin, moss spreads across the tiles, and sunlight falls through broken glass. It feels as if the building itself is quietly exhaling its final memories.
Unfortunately, I could find very little information about the history of the pool itself. Most of what I learned about this place came from a local woman I happened to meet while exploring the area. She told me that many children from the village once learned how to swim here. For years, it was a small but important part of the local community.
Eventually, the ground beneath the structure began to shift. The pool started showing signs of instability. Little by little, the building became unsafe, bringing the swimming activities to an end. Since then, the pool has been left behind and slowly fallen into decay.
What struck me most was not only the abandonment itself, but also the contrast between movement and silence. A place that was once full of energy is now completely quiet, except for the sound of the wind moving through the broken windows.
These are the places that stay with me the longest.
Not because they are grand or famous, but because they quietly preserve traces of ordinary life. Places where routines once existed. Where summers passed by. Where people gathered during long summer days.
There is something deeply human about abandoned places like this. Nature does not erase them immediately — it slowly folds itself around them, as if trying to soften the loss.
And somewhere above the hills of Tuscany, this forgotten pool still rests in silence, hidden between vineyards, memories, and time itself.
📍Location
Hidden somewhere in the Tuscan hills
Out of respect for the location, exact coordinates are not shared.
