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Call me Peppe. Really, my name is Giuseppe. Nice to have you among those who read me, and thanks to Meeting Benches, offering to those who want it, the ability to publish something. I’ll tell you – in short – the story of a path suspended above the sea, but you will not forget, accompanying me, that we are walking on my carpet special memories. Surely you know the Isle of Capri, its quaint little harbor, and perhaps also its legendary Faraglioni, but not everyone knows a tiny road carved into the rock, in 1902, by a man became rich, building cannons: Friedrich Alfred Krupp. http://www.capri.com/
Unfortunately – until a few years ago – the road had fallen into disrepair, but the intriguing snake of rock, linking Marina Piccola with the Augustus Gardens, is again passable. When you want, we can stop – in any of its twists – because every corner is a small chest, which is reflected on the sea. Maybe, just where we are now, it stopped Sartre, or Neruda, but also Maria Callas or Brigitte Bardot. One characteristic of those who choose this excursion, is closely related to the desire to escape, try bright horizons, suspended between heaven and earth. As a boy – like many of my peers – that was the path of lovers. http://www.capritourism.com/en/home
That is Villa Krupp (converted into a hotel). Not far, just sheer above the Faraglioni, Hotel Luna – http://www.graziavozza.com/ – while that is the restaurant The Geranium. I would like to take you to see a typical villa in Capri. Come on, Villa Sarah is not far away, and I’m quite certain (even watching her, only from the outside), that the house turned into a hotel will amaze you, because it is a small concentration of the Mediterranean. If you want to buy something, I’ll take you by Grace Vozza, a small atelier of semiprecious stones and marine waters. The Council for the color? Blue Procida. See you in Capri. Peppe. http://www.lunahotel.com/en/index
