East of the Sorrento peninsula the road clings to the cliffs, and with every bend the sea turns a different shade of blue. Positano’s houses climb from the water halfway up the mountain, as if someone had spilled a box of chalk down the slope. (This text is a draft — replace it with your own.)
Chapter I
Positano
A painted town on the cliffs
From above, the majolica-tiled dome of Santa Maria Assunta stands out among the pinks and ochres. The bougainvillea is in full bloom, spilling magenta from one balcony to the next.
The bay is full of boats, from wooden gozzi to yachts. The afternoon light is hard; in the shallows the water is a clear turquoise, a little further out it turns deep blue.
Chapter II
Fiordo di Furore
A sliver of sea under the bridge
Furore isn’t a real fjord but a narrow gorge cut by a mountain stream. The coastal road crosses it on a stone arch; below lies a small pebble beach, and swimmers crowd in between the two rock walls.
— Fin —