A look back (first published 22 January 2015)
Large tile mural by the entrance to Industria Ceramica Avallone in Vietri sul Mare
“No – no foto!” The small, elderly woman hustled through the piled plates towards us.
“Non posso fare …?” My bad Italian faltered.
“No!” Her finger flicked sternly from side to side as she halted in front of us, dark eyes flashing with suspicion.
“Who are you?” The slow English syllables were weighted with menace.
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View from above Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy
Some places fill the mind with light, draw us like moths towards their flame … and as we arrive in our thousands the chaos from our wingbeats pushes outwards.
The Amalfi Coast, rippled turquoise, with emerald light and wilderness, is one such flame; and I feel like a vandal every time I visit by car.
The view from Villa Cimbrone down over the terraces to the sea and the Amalfi Coast below
There is little more beautiful than a view that falls down cliffs over patterns of lemon groves, to the sea way, way below. The senses drift in the sunshine, caught between sky and sea.
We found such a view on the Terrace of Infinity at the edge of the gardens of the Villa Cimbrone in Ravello. It was a late afternoon at the end of December and hardly anyone was there.
The Phraser 