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Gems of Amalfi, a trip through Ravello and Sorrento,
text and photos Elia Fiorillo

Lemon trees line the path from the Amalfi coast to the town of Sorrento

“Ravello is closer to the sky than it is to the coast,” wrote novelist André Gide, winner of the 1947 Nobel Prize in Literature, in his book, The Immortalist. Gide might have been referring to the steep, switchback road leading up to this Amalfi Coast town, which gives you the feeling of rising above the Earth. Or his observation about the town’s heavenly character might come from the cobaltblue sky that hangs over you, enveloping you in peaceful, total silence.
Ravello perches 1,300 feet above sea level on a ridge between the Dragone and Maiori valleys, overlooking the town of Amalfi.

The town’s contrasts—its dizzying, rocky location and the tranquility of its gardens, its rustic streets and refined works of art—are perhaps the secret to its charm. 
 

 

Ravello’s beautiful Villa Rufolo represents a microcosm of the town’s natural and artistic glories. The villa was built in the 13th century, incorporating elements of the Arab-Sicilian architectural style that was very popular at the time. Elements of this exotic building style show up in the bulky Moorish tower at the villa’s entrance, in the delicate, interlacing arches interspersed throughout the complex and in its airy courtyard. The entryway leads straight onto a broad, tree-lined path. Beyond this shady walkway a lush, flowering garden appears as if in a dream, teeming with thousands of different colors and scents. The fanciful garden ends in a lookout point where you can admire a glimpse of the coastline. A classical music festival takes place here every summer, with concerts on the villa’s garden terrace. It’s a spectacular sight: The musicians seem to be suspended between the sky and the sea.

After Villa Rufolo, head to Piazza Duomo to reflect on the beauty of what you’ve just seen and sample an authentic caffè espresso napoletano.

According to Neapolitan tradition, espresso must be consumed boiling hot and without sugar, because only that way can you fully appreciate its aroma. Seated comfortably at an outdoor café with a strong cup of espresso, you can admire the gleaming, 800-year-old brass doors of the cathedral, with intricate scenes depicting the Passion of Christ, as well as its finely decorated bell tower. The church is dedicated to Saint Pantaleone, protector of the city, who was martyred in 290 A.D. The saint’s blood is kept in a container inside the church and is said to magically liquefy each year on July 27, the feast day dedicated to him.

Strolling through the city’s characteristic narrow alleyways, you’ll find shops displaying beautiful, locally produced ceramics. Plates, pitchers, vases, trays and even old-fashioned amphoras are finely decorated in radiant colors that reflect the thoroughly Mediterranean look of this region, where everything is sun and light. It’s impossible to visit Ravello without taking home some ceramics; they are small but true works of art.

A short walk uphill out the center of town is Ravello’s other famous mansion, Villa Cimbrone. It’s said that an English nobleman was once taken ill and decided to travel around the world in order to gain back his lost health. He made a good three trips around the globe, becoming progressively more hopeless about his failing health until he came across a book with a description of a truly captivating place. Its author spoke of “the luminosity of the sun that made the sea at our feet seem even bluer, the dark color of the mountains that formed a magnificent contrast with the sky and the sea.” The passage referred to Ravello, and the weary traveler, fascinated by the book’s description, headed directly there. Upon contact with such overwhelming beauty, the story goes, the ailing English lord fully recovered his joie de vivre.

The details of this legend may or may not be true, but records show that Ernest William Beckett, a well-traveled English aristocrat, settled in Ravello in 1904. Beckett bought the crumbling Villa Cimbrone and revamped the property to amaze the visitor. He added an enchanting castle, planted gardens full of multicolored flowers and sprinkled works of art throughout the villa’s many rooms. From the garden’s balcony, lined with classical busts, there is an extraordinary view of the twisting, terraced hillsides that trace the contour of the entire Amalfi Coast.

The unmistakable look of this area comes in part from its prolific citrus crop. The narrow ridges of lemon trees that hug the steep terrain are covered from October to May by straw huts called pagliarelle that protect the trees from gusts of salt-choked wind. When the trees bloom and start to grow fruit, the hills buzz with color. The dark green of the lemon leaves, the bright yellow fruit and the azure sky create a unique and inimitable landscape.

The town most associated with lemons is undoubtedly Sorrento, about an hour away from Ravello on the northern side of the Sorrentine peninsula. The city is credited with having created the sweet lemon liqueur called limoncello, served chilled after dinner.

Lemons enter voraciously into the local cuisine in many forms: linguine or spaghetti al limone, with a tangy, buttery sauce and grated lemon zest; lemon soufflé; lemon cakes and tarts; and the classic sorbetto al limone (lemon sorbet). Green salads are rigorously dressed with salt, extra-virgin olive oil and lots of freshly squeezed lemon juice—vinegar is strictly outlawed. Raw seafood, including mussels and all types of clams, are always doused with a generous squeeze of fresh lemon juice.

Among Sorrento’s delicacies, gelato is the first that comes to mind. There are many gelato shops in Sorrento; the difficulty is choosing just one. Of course, refreshing lemon gelato is sold at all of them. Another especially good flavor to try is walnut (gelato alle noci). Sorrento’s walnuts are among the best in Italy— great to eat either fresh or dried, paired with rustic country-style bread. A bittersweet liqueur, nocino, is made from the local walnut crop.

Most of Sorrento’s restaurants serve Neapolitan classics such as polpi affogati (baby octopus in tomato sauce), fried fish and gnocchi alla sorrentina, with melted mozzarella and tomato.

The heart of Sorrento is without a doubt the wide, chaotic Piazza Tasso. Throughout the day, hundreds of visitors relax at outdoor tables in front of the ornate church of Santa Maria del Carmine, sipping drinks and taking in the sunshine. In the late afternoon, cups of espresso are replaced by apéritifs, nuts and snacks such as taralli, ring-shaped biscuits flavored with cracked peppercorns or fennel seeds. Starting in Piazza Tasso, there’s an interminable staircase that leads down to the port, as well as the beautiful baroque church of Santa Maria del Carmelo.

The maze of historic streets that stretch west from Piazza Tasso, where the bulk of the city’s ancient Greek and Roman settlements once stood, is filled with stores selling an age-old traditional craft: wood and ivory inlay. Neapolitan royalty and rich visitors used to stock up on ornate inlaid furniture at these same small artisans’ shops.

Strolling down Sorrento’s side streets gives you a view of the quieter, more intimate side of the city. Handkerchiefsized squares of earth are converted into miniscule gardens facing the sea, often planted with flowers and the occasional lemon tree. One of these streets is named after the Sorrentine poet Aniello Califano. Next to the street sign there’s an inscription of one of his poems in Neapolitan dialect calling Sorrento affatturato and incantatore (fascinating and enchanting). The local authorities have done well to dedicate this panoramic street to Califano; the port and the jewel-green sea are visible in the tight spaces between the houses.

The spectacle is fantastic. The sea is not blue, but an intense green. A thousand golden reflections skitter across the water’s surface. It’s no coincidence that the name Sorrento comes from the mythical Sirens that are said to have inhabited this area in ancient times, bewitching sailors with their irresistible song. The Sirens had their magic arts to enchant sailors, but their work was certainly helped by the sunny environment and by the extraordinary beauty that surrounded them

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