Postcard from the Edge - a Weekend in Capri
How often has one heard such-and-such island described as an island of contradictions? A phrase employed to imply that there is something for everyone. Capri is not one of these islands, everything about Capri is as extreme and uncompromising as the monolithic limestone protrusion of which it is formed. Grey cliffs plunge perilously into a sapphire sea; a sea so calm one might mistake it for a lake. Around you sky and sea appear to merge so one has the feeling of being encapsulated in a brilliant blue bubble, the horizon a distant memory. There is no indecisive drizzle on Capri, when it rains it rains certainly. Then the capricious clouds clear and the air is left rich with the woody aroma of wild rosemary and the cypress trees which cling to the rock faces as adeptly as the roads which weave their precarious way through some of the most stunning views ever seen. The inhabitants are delightful and, if you were being cynical about those paid to tend daily to the numerous needs of th...