Vesuvius, from our Sorrento hotel room balcony, with at its feet Herculaneum on the left and Pompei on the right. The cliffs of Sorrento. The Amalfi Coast is all the rave with Americans, but the entire coast of the Sorrentine Peninsula is rave-worthy. The musical Christmas tree in Sorrento’s Piazza Tasso. Every hour on the hour it belts out pop Christmas songs, like Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You. Branching out from the musical Christmas tree, streets become malls in the evening, each strung with intricate lights. We can see why so many people we run into have moved from Naples.The lounge at the Belleview Syrene. Built on cliffs that have been the site of residences dating back to the villa where Emperor Augustus is believed to have spent time in political exile. We recommend it. The hotel, not exile. Picturesque architecture and part of our daily excercise in Sorrento.The road along the winding Amalfi Coast. If you take the bus, take a barf bag. Positano — mountain, town, and coast. Quaint streets wend their way down — and up — the Positano hillside.
Positano’s beach and quay absent it’s high-season sea of tourists.
