View through to the sea in Cetara, at the eastern end of the Amalfi Coast
It’s mid-week and warm. We’re in a fishing village, between a sea-blue sky and its beach below, with hardly a tourist in sight.
The name of the small town is Cetara, on the Amalfi Coast.
Ducks on Lago d’Averno – supping at the threshold of the underworld
Some names stick, along with all the muck that goes with them; other names, that make the bones shiver, don’t budge and it makes no sense at all.
The ‘gates of hell’ near today’s Cuma is an ancient mythical name given to a lake that today is about as rattlesnake as Homer Simpson.
It was the dog that took us there first. Someone had said Lago d’Averno would be perfect …
Bees swarming at the ‘Sagra delle antiche taverne’
‘Sagre‘, and this was our first, are the right-in-the-thick-of-it festival celebrations that usually revolve around food.
Originally the meaning was linked to churches and the Latin word sacrum – holy. Now they are still about expectation and celebration, but often with a local speciality centre stage rather than the church.
