Sorrento
Sorrento was not what I thought it would be – I had expected another tourist town, pretty, but a little artificial, with prices to match, but I was pleasantly surprised by Sorrento. It was bigger than I had anticipated and seemed to manage to combine (and absorb) its influx of tourists with locals going about their genuine business, which was not entirely tourist centric.
After a good (and well priced) breakfast of coffee and cakes in a cafe near the train station – populated with locals, always a good sign – we decided to walk down to the Marina Picolo
have an amble around, before taking the elevator back up to the main town. Alas, our plans were scuppered – the elevator was out of action and so were left to once again climb a load of steps and walk uphill, although somehow this did not seem too much of a chore, despite a reasonable ascent. (I suspect every climb will seem small after our mammoth scaling of Ana Capri!)
Back “up top” we wandered the streets, had some lunch and found ourselves back at the sunset spot well before sunset, and just chilled, taking in the view – my eye seems inextricably drawn to Vesuvius whenever it can be seen.
Earlier in the day, Becky had received a recommendation from an Insta friend that we should maybe try the Ristorante ‘o Parrucchiano La Favorita, so we did, and we weren’t disappointed.
Somewhat unassuming from the front, it had the most wonderful lemon grove gardens at the rear. The restaurant itself was pretty, the waiters fun and attentive, and the food good
and after our meal we walked in the fragrant garden, dripping with lemons and planted with colour, best described by Becky as “magical.”
