Perpendicular Amalfi, enthroned above anfractuous coast-exquisite as life itself!
From here to launch oneself into space-and vanish in the aquamarine! Here the heart’s republic votes for happiness; fountains leap with dolphin joy; sunlight adores the piazza. Just smell the oleanders on the strutting promenade!
The pedestalled cathedral’s confection blesses the air with sugar and spice and beneath the altar the miraculous body of St Andrew floats like a phantom ship, haloed with corposants.
Night falls like a whisper; we sail by the stars, beguiled by the Golden Fleece.
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