1/7 - Positano from the sea
2/7 - Positano: Amzing view from my balcony
2/7 Positano: Same view at night
2/7 - Ravello: Balcony between the sea and the sky
Some places are better seen, not written about. Italy's Amalfi Coast is among them, where kilometer high mountains plunge into the deep dark Mediterranean sea, even as sprinkles of human settlement clung to their verdant rocky sides. Short buses - orange or blue - twist and turn on the edge of the hillsides, by drivers who knew every inch of the Amalfi Drive which hid a new heavenly view with every turn. The trees are lemons and olives. Bouganvilleas are turned into purple and green arches, roofs and coverings of walls. Picture books at the hotel told of poverty and great deprivation only half a century ago. Men go about life in white shorts, pink shirts and straw hats. You have coffee standing up with a brioche to go. Even as the police band decides to march down the street. On the beach, white smooth pebbles get washed in crystal clear water. Boats crisscrossed the mirror-like seas to Capri and Sorrento, even as we squeezed lemons on freshly fried calamaris. The town slowly went into a warm glow as the sky darkens. The bells toil and fireworks burst forth from Montepetuso in celebration of the Madonna. The air smelled of the sea when you wake up.
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