It may in fact be one of the most beautiful places in the world.
It's not Rome. It's not Maui. But it's nice. After Capri we meandered through Positano.
I wonder if people read captions.
Or do they just scroll through photos.
This area is famous for painted dishes.
I don't know if they are ceramics or what.
(This inattention to detail has always kept me from becoming a travel writer.)
Over years, this is what happens to the pots.
Rubble.
Trouble.
Also trouble.
While I was out looking for trouble, Aine was writing postcards.
FYI, this blog is your postcard. Ya you. You who is reading this right now.
Me?
Ya you.
I feel so exposed.
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