Those who arrive in Positano take a winding road that runs along a rocky wall rich in Mediterranean vegetation: tufts of gorse and rosemary appear along the steep coast that frames a crystalline green sea.
Suddenly, an unforgettable scenario opens up, a vision between myth and dream: Positano.
Along the stretch of road that winds inside, you come across narrow and articulated alleys, stairways that overlook suggestive and breathtaking views, made of terraced gardens, pergolas of lemon trees and multicolored bougainvillea spots.
From the white houses clinging to the rock, flowered terraces with geraniums and daisies protrude that unfold up to the center of the village up to the beach, from which Positano looks like a pyramid of houses that climb towards the sky: along the coast then, immersed in the green, hidden inlets open up and still unexplored.
From the beach, a small path in the rock leads to other enchanting coves and flanks the watchtowers, a tangible sign of the ancient Saracen raids.
Between the sea and the sky, the mountains stand out vertically, a privileged location for the hamlets of Montepertuso and Nocelle, small agglomerations of folklore and naturalistic wonders, where the welcoming spirit is at home.
Positano is like this: legend, history and enchanting beauty that captivates anyone who passes by.