Buongiorno from Positano!

I arrived early by ferry from Salerno, before the town fully woke. For a little while, it was just me, pastel buildings climbing straight from the sea, bougainvillea spilling over every railing, and that impossible blue photographs never quite capture.

I spent the morning searching for the perfect breakfast spot, only to learn the hotel terraces were reserved for guests. Somewhere between staircases, sea views, and another polite rejection, I found the real prize. I own more white linen than I should admit, but these wide leg pants were unlike anything in my closet. Which is saying something!

Positano may be crowded, overphotographed, and uneven around the edges, but every so often a place truly earns its reputation.

Sending love from somewhere worth getting lost,