…I’m not sure if it would be filed under quirky fantasy or trashy romance.
For instance, here is a crappy picture of the island taxis.
White convertibles. Seriously. Here you have a choice of purple, blue or pink leather interior. Please note, you must be a partying, rich 20-something on extra-loud mode to ride this ride.
There’s the funky chair lift from Anacapri* that takes you to the tippy top, with hiking trails, cafe, and views.
There’s some fun art installments to add some whimsy to the two types of shops: stupid souvenir tchotchkes and elite designer brands stores that are somehow worse.
And then you come across a “street” that is so quiet and perfect that even *I* slow down my steps and savor the stroll. You find white-cushioned, hidden restaurant patios that would trap you for hours in bliss if you didn’t have a boat to catch.
But there is a boat to catch.
It sails around the island, and once again, my trusty sidekick and I jump into water that is much, much colder than it looks. Luckily, we missed all the stinging jellyfish that got the other couple stupid enough to jump in.
Capri. It can’t be a real place. I think it tries to be the realization of what perfection is thought to be, from the white Cadillacs to the Coach purses to the Capri blue waters. But we’re actually quite happy with some gelato stains, a daypack, and our own two feet. And even too-thin towels when we are cold and drenched!
*Capri is both the island’s name and the small town near sea level and Anacapri is the smaller town near the top that can only be reached by the Mama Mia road. Mama Mia has almost enough room for two cars side by side on its wider parts. It’s the ribbon cut into the side you see here:
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