Those who arrive in Positano travel along a winding road that runs along a rocky wall rich in Mediterranean vegetation: tufts of broom and rosemary sprout along the steep coast that frames a crystalline green sea.
Suddenly, an unforgettable scenario opens up, a vision between myth and dream: Positano.
Traveling along the stretch of road that winds inside it, you come across narrow and intricate alleys, steps that overlook suggestive and breathtaking views, made of terraced gardens, lemon pergolas and multicolored patches of bougainvillea.
From the white houses clinging to the rock, flowered terraces with geraniums and daisies protrude that unfold to the center of the town until reaching the beach, from which Positano seems like a pyramid of houses climbing towards the sky: traveling along the coast then, immersed in the greenery, hidden and still unexplored-looking inlets open up.
From the beach, a small path in the rock leads to other enchanting coves and passes by the watchtowers, a tangible sign of the ancient Saracen raids.
Between the sea and the sky, the mountains stand out vertically, the privileged location of the hamlets of Montepertuso and Nocelle, small agglomerations of folklore and naturalistic wonders, where the spirit of hospitality is at home.
Positano is like this: legend, history and enchanting beauty that enchants anyone who passes by here.