After 36 hours sitting in planes, airport lounges, buses and taxis, we finally arrived in Sorrento. Unfortunately, we parted company with our luggage in Frankfurt. We were assured, in fractured English, by an overstressed baggage attendant at Naples airport that our bags would arrive in a couple of days. Fortunately she was right.
Sorrento is a busy little town, looking across the Bay of Naples to Mt Vesuvius.
It is a popular holiday destination and at peak season must be pretty hectic. The beaches are black volcanic sand and are mostly sectioned off and privately controlled.
For a few Euro you can hire a deck chair and a patch of sand, a few Euro more gets you a colored umbrella and with a hefty investment you can also secure a small, brightly colored change room. All very organised!
Mt Vesuvius dominates the landscape across the bay. This photo looks pretty exciting but the cloud is just a regular rain cloud, not a billowing plume of volcanic ash.
Most of the shoreline around Sorrento is sheer cliffs of volcanic rock with buildings clinging precariously to the edge
As the sun sets into the Mediterranean, visitors flock to spectacular vantage points to photograph one another and drink Prosecco and Peroni.
Some of the Grand old Hotels are situated on the cliff tops, but have elevators to deliver guests to their little beach side annexes below.
Once on the beach, visitors have a variety of ocean going vessels at their disposal.
One of the great features of Sorrento is what must be one of the most extreme hairpin bends in the world. This ancient piece of road design explains why such a busy town has such short buses.
At the bottom of the hairpin bend the road loops around to bring you out at the port where swarms of commuters on motor scooters arrive early each morning to catch a ferry across the bay to Naples.
The regions rich, volcanic soil and mild climate grows amazing flowers and produces three crops of citrus fruit a year.
Scattered through Sorrento are numerous citrus orchards covered with lattice and shade cloth. They must be part of the towns tradition because, even with three pickings per year, there is no way the multi million Euro plots of land could even pay the land rates.
Cyclists in Sorrento dispense with helmets and reflective clothing and adopt a more sensible form of typically Italian bicycle safety.
Tomorrow our workshop group arrives and we will head of to some of the fantastic painting locations around the town.
This looks like Paradise even from Tuscany. Have a wonderful workshop and I’ll dream for another year.
Thanks for commenting. Our workshop group arrived yesterday and, after a walking tour of Sorrento, we will start painting this afternoon. We have beautiful weather down here today – perfect for gazing out across the Mediterranean. Really looking forward to painting here. I’ll post some of the demo paintings in a couple of days.