The Amalfi Drive is one experience that will stay in my mind forever.
As our coach journeyed along timeworn roads carved out of the vertical cliffs of the Neapolitan Riviera, I dropped my camera as no photograph could ever do the experience justice.
We drove past the spectacular village of Positano – a vertical entity built onto the cliff face where grocers deliver their good via actual baskets on pullies.
After being so high up, it was time to head down into Amalfi, situated in a deep ravine. Amalfi town proper had even more charm and allure than Sorrento. Rabbit warren streets provided much to explore, whilst the cathedral of Sant'Andrea situated in the Piazza Duomo (Amalfi’s beating heart) stood as an omnipresent reminder of the Byzantine history of the place.
We didn’t have nearly enough time to explore this amazing place, as Pete and I opted to go on another boat trip along the coast. As with Capri, gazing up at the Amalfi Drive was almost as beautiful as the scenes from up above.
It certainly wasn’t our week from a weather perspective, and it rained on us as we bobbed around the coastline. I jealously ogled the exclusive luxury hotels cascading towards the sea, as the rep pointed out celebrities’ houses.
One of these stuck in my mind and has been with me ever since. The 19th Chalet Giulietta & Romeo stood out with its dramatic semi-circular balcony complete with eye-watering plunge into the ocean. It truly was Rapunzels tower it was so utterly romantic. The story goes that the morning after the first night of married life together in Chalet Giulietta & Romeo, if the wife wasn’t satisfied with her new husbands performance she could toss him off (pardon my French). At £2,000 per night I think I need to accept that this always will be a fairy story, for me anyway.
Amalfi definitely weaved its magic spell on me. I’m besotted and cannot wait to return.