Beneath the hot May sunshine, lemon groves, their winter hail-protection netting just removed, perfume the air with their sweet, zesty flowers. The trees, already laden with pale yellow fruit, crowd the narrow footpath that climbs along the cliff above the town of Amalfi.
I haven’t seen anyone else for the last hour since leaving the single main street of the namesake settlement of the Amalfi Coast and taking the turn for the steep Valle delle Ferriere hiking route.
