I’d thought of the Amalfi coast as a collection of quite distinct individual towns strung out along a coastline, but it is more of an entity than that. They tend to blend into one another as much as the landscape allows, and together occupy a relatively small area. The hill towns are not inland but high up, overlooking the coastal towns. By chance we stayed in one of them, Ravello, and it was lovely!
This seemed the iconic photo of the place for me. The hills are beautiful, steep, heavily terraced and gardened, and everywhere there are lemons!
The roads are narrow and windy. The locals and the buses have negotiating the hairpin bends down to a fine art, using a language of toots to communicate and choreograph the traffic. This is an example of how cars are garaged. Just along the road I saw a couple of ponies being tethered in a similar but more open area.
Michael going up the steps to the place we stayed.
Our B&B had a very pretty terrace where we had breakfast when the weather was warm.
Looking out from there, down toward Minori, there was always a different sky and mood.
Early morning.
