A day under an umbrella in Cetara, on the Amalfi Coast in Italy

I sat down to retouch this piece, change its style slightly, and … there I was, back under the umbrella. It was like remote sunshine therapy with a big YouTube smile at the end. I hope it does the same for you.

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View through to the sea in Cetara, at the eastern end of the Amalfi Coast 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.

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The joy, and guilt, of a drive along the Amalfi Coast in Italy

I wrote this post at the end of February last year. Since then we’ve seen another summer on the lovely Amalfi Coast … but we’ve also sat in its traffic jams, and met up with friends, weak with frazzled nerves, after they’ve completed their own summer drives along this famous coast. My advice is to travel by sea .. I don’t think donkeys are available yet 🙂

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View from above Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy 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.

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Luci d’Artista (Artists’ Lights) in the port city of Salerno, Italy

A look back (first published 22 January 2016): One of my strongest childhood memories is of the dazzle and excitement of Christmas lights in a city park – in Salerno last year I saw the magic again. It’s hard to resist – why would you want to anyway?

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The Castello di Arechi in Salerno looks down on the Luci d'Artista 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.

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Sea cats around the Bay of Naples, Italy

By the old fishing harbour in Pozzuoli, near Naples, Italy

By the old fishing harbour in Pozzuoli, near Naples, Italy

Last week a bonny, blond portrait painter came to stay.  We took her to see the sights: old fishing harbours; castles; artworks; views; and we fended off the men … but it was the cats that caught her eye.

I looked where she looked – this is for her.

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The joy, and guilt, of a drive along the Amalfi Coast in Italy

View from above Positano on the Amalfi Coast, Italy

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.

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Ravello: The Gardens of Villa Cimbrone

The view from Villa Cimbrone down over the terraces to the sea and the Amalfi Coast below

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.

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A day under an umbrella in Cetara, on the Amalfi Coast in Italy

View through to the sea in Cetara, at the eastern end of the Amalfi Coast

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.

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