After never-ending bends, with a breathtaking view always by your side, at the Amalfi Coast beginning, hidden between Punta Germano and Capo Sottile, there you’ll find Positano, a shining jewel of the Sorrento peninsula. Positano is a hearth-beating town. In the morning, when the fishermen come back from the sea, the tourists start to crowd the roads and the flowers’ smell intensifies, blended with the scent of lemons, olives and prickly pears.
San Francisco is the first sight in the eyes of a sailor, a fisherman, a tourist, a traveller; it’s a pier, a mooring, the first foot put ashore. It’s also a carousel, a set of colors, neon sights; it’s a combination of styles, a parade of both fancy clubs and scruffy pubs.