Capri is a day trip from Sorrento. While Sorrento is divine, Capri is magical: the island the sirens lured captivated sailors to. It is easy to be captivated. Olives and orange groves cling to hill sides. Every centimetre of flat land is planted. The water is torquoise, the sky blue, the houses white. Tiny cobbled lanes to wander down. The boat trip from Sorrento takes us to the island and we then take the funicular up further for completely stunning views.

We have our morning coffee in the piazza knowing this will cost us 18E. It is worth every cent. Thats me and Shahla left here with our very expensive breakfast.

We linger over our morning cornetto, caffee latte and a glass of water and watch people. The tone is casual  and steeped in knowing the priviledge of being in such a place.

I appreciate the creativity, artistry and hard work of those who built this extraordinary town. The day is hot and we wander through the lanes, past designer shops and see valentino, prada, armani and every italian designer known. I spot an exquisite dress and ask the price. 16,000E. Yes, it true. I decided it wasn't quite my colour. I avoid the sirens call! The cafes are enticing and inviting and set with wisteria and palms draping.

The judas trees shower they pink and mauve blossoms, cafes sit with their best table clothes invitingly calling diners. Then there is the bus which takes us further up the mountain to Anacapri. This bus winds up the mountain, sheer cliffs drop on one side. This experience is both magical and terrifying, the scenary is stunning, and the only comfort on this precarious road is knowing the driver has done this trip many times,  and he probably wants to have his lunch too. We arrive safely to the serenity of Anacapri and the wonderful sanctury ceated by Axel Munther. Anne Erwin had told me about this and this home is truly a work of art and nature, and hard work over many years. We wander Anacapri, taste lemonchello and I buy a colourful ceramic jug. Anacapri is an unusual mix of being touristy then completely quiet. We have some places to ourselves. We take the bus down the precariously winding road back to Capri then down the funicular to the wharf area. I have a glass of wine and Shahla tea and we chat to our waiter, a young man wanting to go to America to try his fortunes there. I am amazed at anyone wanting to leave this magical place, however for him, there are not enough young people here and not enough to do other than work. The ferry takes us back to Sorrento. We walk in the early evening, then head out to have dinner in the garden restaurant we have discovered.