At the far end of the Circumvesuniana is the tourist town of Sorrento. An antidote to the other end of the line, Napoli. A delight to find somewhere clean and pretty with views and shops.
Shared our journey with a group of American cruse passengers. “You look like someone,” they offered. I smiled weakly and kept my gaze firmly on the landscape.
Had our morning Coffee on a smart hotel balcony overlooking the bay with great views of the town tumbling into the sea. Lots of boats leave here for Capri, filed away mental note in case of a prolonged car repair.
An indifferent lunch where the waiters reminded us four times how to leave a tip. Well here’s a tip, serve better food and be more attentive. Were tourists not idiots?The charms of aimless wandering eventually began to wane and we head home.
The correct car part has arrived so maybe tomorrow.
