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

gelato

Laundry day on Procida.

. . . and for another campy treat:

Sophia Loren: Tu vo far l’americano