The main town after which the coast is named after, Amalfi became of great significance not only because of it’s beauty but also because of it’s history, being the first of four Maritime Republics of Italy. With the turquoise Tyrrhenian sea just clinging to the strip of white and pastel colored houses, one can only imagine just how much beautiful it may have been when the god Hercules built the city to bury a nymph who he loved.
Our time at this town was short, but the charm of the place will instantly greet you. The 9th century golden facade of Cattedrale di Sant’Andrea looks over the Piazza Duomo or the main town square. The small alleys are lined up with shops and cafes that make you spend more than you want to. Tourists flocked everywhere I turned, but as I go deeper into the backstreets, I understand what Renato Fucini, an Italian writer and poet once said: “The day of judgment, for the Amalfi people who will go to heaven, will be a day like any other.”