We were out of Internet reach for the past 2 days — tucked away in a small Agriturismo (a working farm with rooms for tourists) that clings way up high to the side of the hill above the town of Amalfi like a swallows nest. Here is a crop of Magrit’s visual impressions from the small island of Procida as well as from the Amalfi cost. Cin Cin!
Boat reflections on Procida
The perfect book cover for a novel taking place in Ravello on the Amalfi Coast.
A romantic dinner at the Amalfi Coast, ca. 1953.
Old friends in Ravello. Now I have my old men too, Frits.
The town of Amalfi has a gorgeous cream-colored cloister in its beautiful cathedral.
Fishing net on the Island of Procida, close to the “Il Postino” bar.
bianco, nero, giallo
Laundry day on Procida.
. . . and for another campy treat: