The sun from the sea behind Vivara illuminates the cliffs with golden sparkles at the foot of the Castello Aragonese, along the “bridge” linking it to the big island.

I am taking the risk. From the last hairpin bends, on the road leading to Maronti coast,

It is the right time. I am reaching the beach. I am looking at the sun. It reflects on the waves of the sea to recognise itself.

5 pm. Here I am in Citara, house of Poseidon, one of the favourite foreigners’ destination.

I chose the way passing by the cemetery. It reminds me my teenage years.

I am reaching the extreme south of the island, where there is the most exuberant beach:

I am walking from Casamicciola to Lacco Ameno.

It is the temple of the sunset and it reminds me that I would like to go to the beach.

The round shape of Vivara, the walls and the towers of the Castle in the background take form in the hands of the children playing with the sand and seawater.

You can get there from Sant’Angelo, by taxi boat, for the price of 7-10 euros.

I am waiting for the northwest wind: if the winds blow and make the sea surface vibrate with endless waves…

The fine sand accompanies the way in the quiet blue lagoon, up to the cliff dividing and protecting it from the open sea.

In the centre of the beautiful hamlet of Sant’Alessandro, an arrow indicates the way to get to Spiaggia degli Inglesi.

You need to pass through Zaro wood to reach the cliff – non cliff:

The breeze at the entrance of Cava Grado is penetrating into the reeds with its slow pace. It is a music.

By night, of course! During the day you can go by boat.

I am looking at the Scarrupata, from the punt. I took it from the little pier of Ischia Ponte. Tabula rasa.

The heat is hiding between pine needles. Cicadas are already singing.

The dark volcanic rocks of the promontory of Zaro,