It’s been raining for days now, the month of May 2018 we will remember it for this absurd time of downpours. The memory of an April from the almost summer heat seems long gone, we are almost used to putting the umbrella in the bag. But if this strange and crazy May gives us a sunny Sunday, then it’s better to take advantage of it. We definitely don’t want to spend a lazy Sunday at home while outside there are almost 30 degrees. We prepare a fast couscous,
This time we change a little itinerary, a little reluctantly we give up our beloved Positano and Amalfi and reach curious and even quite enthusiastic the city of music, Ravello.
We prefer to get there by walking through the Chiunzi pass; the road between the Lattari mountains that shade each other, flows slowly between bends and hairpin bends. We follow the directions to Scala that will take us to Ravello in no time avoiding the traffic of the road on the coast.
Ravello is one of the small pearls of this necklace that embellishes the bell coast. It is very busy, as often happens here in the coast there are tourists from all over the world. The small old town of Ravello has been declared a Unesco World Heritage Site, so it is also walkable only.
We park in one of the very crowded municipal car parks for a fee (on the weekend the price is quite salty, 4 euros per hour, but even more salty would be the fines). Thanks to a staircase you can access directly from the parking lot to the already crowded old town.
In the bars tired and intolerant of today’s heat cool off with ice cream, fruit salads or fresh drinks. Some children run to this great square where, here and there, there are flowers that color the white buildings.
At the foot of the Cathedral some eat, sitting on the stairs while others look for the right perspective to photograph it.
Strolling through the narrow streets of Ravello you get lost looking at the bright and characteristic colors of theceramics of the Coast,while from some restaurants already comes the sound of forks and dishes.
Sleepy cats relax in the sun and allow themselves to be photographed with ease or almost indifference.
We arrive at the church of St. Bonaventure from Power… soon a bride will arrive; there are bags with rice outside the Church and in the center of this, a long white carpet. Next door, in the cloister of St. Francis there is an exhibition with modern works of a well-known auction house.
We continue under this only that it is always stronger and illuminates the ceramics exhibited by the small shops and decorated tiles on which the civic numbers are marked.
It takes about two hours to visit Villa Cimbrone,packed with tourists but also couples of future spouses who dream of this place for their wedding.
We decide not to eat in a Restaurant in Ravello, we brought with us our vegan couscous and after being delighted we leave again for Minors.
Why Minors? Why can’t we miss a good slice of Sal de Rice pastry cake. Last time we saw Minori in February, on a rainy day: the beach was bare and the parking lots half empty. Today, however, she is dressed to the death: umbrellas and kiosks color it, it looks like an old postcard of Italy of the sweet life: glamorous and simple Chic.
We photograph it all, from every corner and every perspective. but every shot is always less beautiful than the next and then here is the photo that conquers us: perfectly imperfect, not a great perspective, people that anyone would think will ruin the shot, colors too strong. Yet we like it, it looks like a postcard: one of those vintage postcards on which to write in italics a greeting or a quick but sincere dedication, at the coffee table of a bar mind the radio passes a song that more or less does so : “The beauty of the day was born here is a beauty Made in Italy…”