Capricious

Our day started after a lovely breakfast with a fun little parade of Fiat Cinquecentos "in giro" around the town. It was a meeting of the owners club, and there was a flotilla of vintage models in a variety of colours, some open-topped, some customised, and all yellow-trilbied drivers honking their horns and waving as they drove down the main one system. You couldn't help but smile - so charming, so Italian!

We caught the boat to Capri, which when you get off the beaten track away from the souvenir shops and designer boutiques (Prada, Miu Miu, Coccinelle anyone?) is still very pretty. It's now very well-heeled, and civilised - all street names and directions are picked out in ceramic tiles of the same colour and design.

The chair lift I remember from 1986 is now a funicular railway, taking you up from the Grand Marina to the Piazza Umberto. It's relatively cheap compared to restaurant prices. The island is so crowded with day trippers like ourselves, but from the cruise ships, it's really difficult to move around at any speed and in places it becomes quite claustrophobic. The views from high up are spectacular though.

One of many pretty hotels - see the white cat at the top of the arch

We walked to the natural arch which looked lovely from a distance, but close up it was covered in scaffolding. As usual, no mention of this was made anywhere and you couldn't actually get very close to it. I walked down to the Giardino Augustino, which are very small but nicely done, had an ice cream (I had two today - I really have to break this habit....) and bought some local perfume which will, I hope, make me smell like a lemon tree.

Joined Marie and Chris back in Positano, and after an early evening drink we headed for pizza with a marvellous view from a terrace overlooking the bay, and a little light entertainment from a kitten. There are worse ways to spend an evening....