Sunday in Sorrento

What a morning, the sun was shining, and the hotel's courtyard (for breakfast) was full of flowers - loved the wisteria.

The breakfasts here were stunning, actually this was by far the best hotel of our trip, the cleanliness and courtesy of the staff was outstanding.

The receptionist advised us it was Palm Sunday, and Sorrento's Cathedral would be conducting a service at 10 a.m.

We wandered along to the Cathedral, where the locals arrived carrying branches of Olive trees, adorned with little cheeses and other small food items. At a specific time during this service (we don't understand italian) these branches were lifted and held in the air. Everyone was dressed in their Sunday best, 'specially the little bambinos.

We strolled along the little streets near the Cathedral, and were amazed at the size of their lemons. Lemon and Orange trees (in full fruit) line the streets. There are large fenced lemon orchards in the main street - so we climbed the stairs to spend some time in one of them - so peaceful. and followed this by visiting one of the local "Limocello" makers in town. Across the small cobbled street was the old Opera House - now a coffee bar where the local older men seem to gather. The old frescoes around the door are delightful.

The horses were out

and Sorrento was starting to fill for Sunday lunch.

The wisteria was everywhere.

We decided to walk down to the Port

It was a loong way down

Some lovely old houses and hotels hanging to cliffs We took the steep stair route down,

and the photo below actually shows the same house (from the port) as in the 2 photos above from the cliff...

We thought about our approach to returning back up this cliff

and chose to walk the long and winding road back

finished off by some steep stairs (on the left)

Our legs were cactus by the end of this longish saunter.

It just had to be "happy hour"??

We followed this up with another pizza at Da Francos, and a gelati to follow, and most importantly - a long hot bath to attempt the repair of our "abused" legs.

*****

"Come back to Sorrento" sung by Dean Martin, is spot on - a delightful town, steep but asolutely charming and filled with the fresh scent of "citrus".