Let’s go to Positano.
That was the talk over breakfast.
Not again.
It may only be a 20 minute eight euro boat trip around the corner – but it may as well be another world away.
The sight of beautiful Amalfi slipping away in your wake can only give you something to long to return to later…
Now I know we are tourists, not natives; travellers from another country. But we like to pretend otherwise, we like to sneak around the edges and sit round with the locals – well not in Positano; oh no.
Let’s go to Positano?
Oh no not for me thanks – no port, no commerce, no locals, no lemons, no fishing boats, nothing in fact but tourists.
Still, nice to take some snaps and mess around up hill and down dale; take a good look around as you won’t be seeing it again here.
Positano?
Who dear, me dear? No dear.
