These stairs are called the Scalinatella. When I first came to Positano they seemed like a never ending staircase, and I'm talking about the stairs that you see in the photo, not the ones that continue around the corner! Nowadays, they seem like a small staircase, easy and pleasant to walk up compared to some of the stairways that I have to climb.
On the way to the cemetary I found this kitten and its mother sitting on a wall. In the shade not far away was another identical kitten, this one with an eye infection. Its eyes were sealed shut with gunk, and it lay in the corner weakly. We have found so many kittens like this and often have taken them home, cleaned up their eyes, medicated them and fed them, but this kitten was too far from home. There were a lot of houses nearby though so hopefully someone took pity on it.
"Oooh, Mummy, look at the scary babies!" These larger than life babies were left on this bench while their market stall owner set up his toy stall for a recent festival in town.
It's a small town and there is always someone you know just around the corner. Sitting at the back of the bus one day I turned around to see Carlo following the bus on his bike. Sitting behind him is his niece who has the most beautiful corkscrew curls. She had kindly offered to babysit and stay the night while Carlo and I went to a wedding party....
Which is something that never occured to me before I had Skye: After you have children you will never have a late night out again in your life because babysitters will not 'sit' until much past midnight, therefore you are forced to 'do a Cinderella' and dash home early before the clock strikes 12. Which is really bad for your social life in a village where the fun doesn't start until about 1am.