Everything's going so well!

Arrivederci Roma.

Up, breakfast, pack, clean up, down to station, find platform, board train, smooth trip to Salerno. Got help from a helpful local on the station who led us down to the ferry and helped with suitcases. One doesn't mind the occasional street begger when they don't just ask for money, they help you find where you want to go and go out of their way to make sure you get there. That's providing a service.

Sunny Salerno - lovely fresh lemon slushies. Pity they couldn't do hot cups of tea for dad.

Everything so bright and fresh and innocent with no hint of sinister undertones. None at all.

 It was a beautiful day for the ferry cruise from Salerno to Amalfi, hardly any swell, ferry at less than 10% capacity, a day when nothing was going to go wrong. Off the ferry, short walk, check into hotel. Rooms are very nicely presented and comfortable. They said there'd be wifi and there is.

There's an angel watching over us, from above the bed. (Maybe ceiling cat peers through the eyes.)

The view from our window. So peaceful, so relaxing. Making you feel that all is right with the world.

Tiny city square outside the cathedral. Everything built on the up and down.

Al fresco afternoon tea.

 Amalfi is like a breath of fresh air. Happy locals providing holiday fare for tourists. Ice creams, coffee, pizza, limoncello, souvenirs, fabrics, etc. We went exploring round behind the post office, and found a little cave-like pedestrian tunnel that went under the cathedral and round a few dark corners and eventually came out at the main square again. Everything was going so well in this safe tidy town, where nobody mentions the things that happen just a bit further up the hill.

Lyn decided she wanted to go further up the hill. As the touristy shops became less frequent, with the bon vivant bustle of commerce faded, the narrow street holding off the Mediterranean sun, we turned a corner. *cue dramatic music* There it was. A Smurficator. This was what the townsfolk were deliberately ignoring.

The Smurficator. An ancient art form banned throughout the continent.

We went back down the hill. We had gelati to deal with.