Whenever I hear or read about the Amalfi Coast, the picture that comes to mind resembles the one above. A small fishing village, often regarded as the jewel of Amalfi Coast, it is probably the most photogenic town in this side of the Med.
It was the second week of September and the summer crowd has already left. Popular destination for honeymooners, there was only a number of children playing around. The shops were still open to cater the mostly wealthy and mature tourists. Then there was me, after wandering and getting lost, resting on the pebbly beach looking out the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, enjoying the limited time I had in a place I’ve only dreamt of coming.
“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.”– John Steinbeck for Harper’s Bazaar
A perpetual dreamer, an eternal nomad and a Francophile at heart.