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Un monument megalític datat entre el final del neolític i l'edat del bronze, considerat un dels jaciments prehistòrics més importants del Maresme.

En Salvi Arenes i en Bosch, pagesos i propietaris dels boscos del Corredor, van promoure al 1523 la construcció d’una petita capella, dedicada a la Mare de Déu dels Socors, tot interpretant uns suggeridors senyals celestials. Se’n feu càrrec l’ermità Bernat Penitència. Al 1583, el frare Lleonard Claus va construir l’actual temple, d’estil gòtic tardà. S’hi celebren tres aplecs a l’any: dilluns de Pasqua (general), sant Marc (gent de Dosrius) i primer de maig (vot de poble de Canyamars). Font: XPN

Very nice. It looks so much better than it did years ago.

For centuries it was the Sunday getaway of the surrounding villages, and it is said that, on foggy days, the bell tower served as a guide to orientate oneself among the paths of the mountain range. Old meetings and gatherings were held on the esplanade, and you can still see the space where people sat to have breakfast after the climb. The access is direct and sustained, and the arrival offers a clear view of the sea and mountains that explains why Sant Mateu has always been a point of passage and a mandatory stop.

An old stone dam that diverted water to the fields and mills of the valley. Today, half-covered in moss and roots, it's a quiet corner where time seems to stand still. When the water flows gently, the trees are reflected as if the forest were folded in two. Some of the older residents say that, in dry summers, children used to come here to swim and used the weir as an improvised diving board.

Legend has it that in the 19th century, during a fierce storm, lightning struck the bell tower and the bells rang on their own as the villagers ran for shelter. No one was hurt, but ever since, it is said that when they ring with a long echo, "Sant Julià warns of rain." Beyond the legend, the truth is that the church has witnessed millennia—Visigothic remains still lie hidden beneath its foundations—and continues to set the rhythm of the village, amidst the ancient clang of the bronze bells and the scent of damp earth.

A small oasis nestled among fields and pines, where the still water reflects the sky like a mirror broken by frogs. This pond, once used for irrigation and livestock watering, has become a natural refuge for birds, dragonflies, and turtles. On calm days, only the buzzing of insects and the splashing of the occasional stray toad can be heard. A humble corner, yet teeming with life.

About 300 meters before reaching the hermitage along the track from Òrrius, on the left, dry stone walls are preserved, the remains of a shelter used by Republican militiamen during the Civil War. It's not signposted, but it's visible if you get off your bike and explore a bit. The surroundings are very peaceful and steeped in history: the hermitage was also used as a temporary shelter.