From Amalfi the bus climbs twenty minutes of hairpin bends, and by the top the sea lies more than three hundred metres below. Ravello is far quieter than the coast — no beaches, no crowded piers, just gardens, cloisters and the wind coming and going. (This text is a draft — replace it with your own.)
Terracotta planters stand in a row along the cloister, and the sun through the arches makes the azaleas almost translucent. Each bay between the columns looks like a small painting of its own.
Each arch frames a small painting of its own.
Chapter I
The Terrace of Infinity
Terrazza dell'Infinito
Through the villa’s gardens the path ends at a row of marble busts, and beyond them there is nothing but sea. A five-masted ship lies in the middle of the bay, as if someone had placed it there on purpose.
Dusk
After sunset the sea slowly turns grey-blue, with a little pink left on the horizon. Only one sailing ship remains on the water.
— Fin —