Tracking Mr. Ripley in Positano

It is maybe the southern blood running through my veins but everytime I visit Naples and its surroundings I am moved by the richness of smells, flavours and sounds. The simple, unspoiled beauty of lemons and bougainvilleas. The freedom of the boundless sea, the dozens of boats ready to sail for the islands, the 50s charm made of handmade sandals and white lace blouses. It feels as if Jackie Kennedy could walk in at any moment, black sunglasses, white jeans and minimal sandals.







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