We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The isle of Capri (in Italian, accent on the first syllable) helps form the Bay of Naples. It is all steep granite mountains and crags rising out of the sea. The beaches are rocks. You get there from Napoli via high-speed hydrofoil ferries.
Roman emperors (Tiberius, Augustus) had get-away villas there, but the Brits re-popularized it as a fashionable summer spot in the 1800s. We found it to be full of Brits and Italians (the Italian women dressed to the nines, of course and the American women dressed for a visit to WalMart) on holiday.
From our ferry, here's another Capri ferry passing in front of Vesuvius and Naples suburbs in the background. (We opted out of Herculaneum or Pompeii - been there, done that.)
Besides Capri pants and their ceramics, the island is famous for their hand-made women's sandals. Thus Mrs. BD spent a few hours sandal-shopping. Here's the workbench at a sandal shop, when the guy stepped away for a minute. His sandals cost around 160 Euros. He will make one for your feet, with your choice of design and decoration, in about an hour. I guess he makes close to $200/hour or more with his talent, skill, and fashion sense.
More Capri snaps and comments below -
We took a minibus up from the harbor
up to the high village of Anacapris.
We had lunch at this place up there:
instead of here:
Then we got down to the village of Capris itself (full of high-end clothing and jewelry shops)
We bought a gift for a deserving friend at this Anacapris ceramics shop, with their trademark lemons on it:
The main church of the village of Capris:
Then we took the funicular back down to the marina and the ferry.