The last post got me thinking about our trip, and looking back through my photos of the Amalfi Coast and Sorrento.
One of the highlights of our stay in Sorrento was the little village of Marina Grande on the waterfront below Sorrento itself. Both Mom and I were struck by the familiarity of the place, it's sights, sounds and smell were very reminiscent of home. Marina Grande has much in common with many a Nova Scotian fishing village: from the aging population, tangy salt air, individual fishing boats, and cries of seagulls wheeling overhead, to the signs of tourism threatening to negate the authenticity of the place.
Often in NS, prime waterfront land is snapped up at exhorbitant prices and developed into high end subdivisions. Then property values in the neighbourhood skyrocket. It's a conundrum, because on the one hand tourism and development are an extremely valuable piece of the local economy,on the other hand, fishermen who've eked out a living in small villages for generations suddenly find their homesteads priced out of their reach. But I digress...off my soapbox and back to Marina Grande!
Here are a few images that evoke the feel of the place for me...they are probably all in my Slow Travel photo album but I want to share them anyway!
Walking down the very cool steps from Sorrento, we passed a lovely shrine (the tiny figure about to disappear round the corner is mom...one of my favourite travelling companions):
Close up of the shrine:
View of Marina Grande rooftops...and pricey resort hotels atop the cliff:
Watching a fisherman rowing back to shore:
Another fishing boat out past the breakwater...I'm guessing from the hovering seagulls that there were a few fishbits around for the taking:
Mom took this next gorgeous shot of the boats hauled up on shore, with Vesuvius looming in the distance:
I looked back up the stone steps at the "old nets hung to dry" (a quote from Stan Rogers tune called Make and Break Harbour). We also exchanged pleasantries with the lovely old woman was hanging her laundry on a line strung up over the side of the steps.
This being Italy, fresh fruit was never far away:
We ventured into the Chiesa Sant'Anna (St. Anne, how cool - no wonder I felt at home in this place!) A couple women were preparing the sanctuary for mass (or so I assumed since we were there on a Sunday morning):
Time to head back up to Sorrento. So my photo journey began, so will it end - with a shrine. This was one of my favourites out of all the shrines we saw during our trip. The inscription on the wall plaque reads: "Lo sono L'immacolata concezione 15-6-1969". I assume the date must be when the shrine was built.