“The Naples boat was on time. The crossing – it was May – had not been too gruelling. Lightly one stepped ashore and into the funicular, and, after a brief, slow, ascent, emerged into Piazza still warm under a late afternoon sun.
I was elated.”
The opening lines of Sybille Bedford’s 1948 essay on Capri. I’m yearning for this kind of sun:
image by Cressida Campbell.