There were thousands of steps from the sea in Praiano, next to Positano and my mother used to complain the whole time about the heat as she walked up hill with me dragging behind.
Praiano today is almost a city with new roads and many new houses, it has grown to an overwhelming size. I looked for the address 22 Via Constantinopoli and the street was everywhere but in so many directions. Unfortunately there was every number but 22. The houses had all changed and from being brand spanking new they looked forlorn and lost amongst the cobblestones. Broken and in disrepair you could feel the poverty. The only thing I recognised were the weeds.
The good news is Positano is incredible and the hotel we are staying in delightful. With beautiful weather and drinks at the San Pietro all is merry. A lemon dropped from the tree that smelt totally delicious, it was good luck, a little bitter sweet perhaps.
My film is being edited and so at least there is that to be excited about. Just a little sad that I did not find my favourite house one more tim
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