The Castello di Arechi in Salerno looks down on the Luci d’Artista
The dark months of winter can be full of gloom. This is true everywhere but in the south of Italy it feels personal.
Here the point is the sun. Without it there is no light on the sea, no sun in your glass, no need for riposo.
View through to the sea in Cetara, at the eastern end of the Amalfi Coast
It’s mid-week and warm. We’re in a fishing village, between a sea-blue sky and its beach below, with hardly a tourist in sight.
The name of the small town is Cetara, on the Amalfi Coast.
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.
The Phraser 