Here we were met by men selling trips around the island. Instead, we grabbed coffees and took in the view before we headed up to the town of Capri.
In order to get to Capri, we needed to take the funiculare. This funny little train/bus took us vertically up the hill, providing panoramic views of the island and beyond.
In Capri proper, there are little shops and tiny pathways and blooming flowers. We left the center immediately and wandered the neighborhoods, discovering little treasures all around. My favorite place was a tiny elementary school tucked privately into the hill. It’s sign stating the hours read, “School starts at 8-9; flexible.” It was clear that Capri was on ‘island-time’.
The path slowly lead us down to the beach, lazily winding back and forth.
We lounged in that strange place between consciousness and sleep, as the waves gently tuned out the world. Some unmeasurable time later, we packed up and headed back. Though there was convertible taxis, we opted for the bus.
The weather was perfect, and the island wasn’t a bit over crowded. I feel safe to say we saw Capri in one of it’s best moments. One of it’s popular spots was nearly deserted (below). Until next time~ ciao ciao Capri!