The small piazza or center of Anacapri. Take a left at the Piazza and follow the path and signs to the Villa San Michele. There are little shops along the way selling great lemoncello and meloncello and other gifts.
A side wall of the Villa San Michele, a charming ivy covered garden wall and rounded top door. When you walk by you can peek through the top of the doors and see into the beautiful gardens.
The columns, lampposts and trees outside the villa.
You’ll know it when you see it. And you’ll hear the birds.
The Villa San Michele was built on the ruins of a church by the same name and before that, on the ruins of one of Emperor Tiberius’ villas.
When I see a field of beautiful blue flowers I think about that scene in Bright Star where John Keats and Fanny Brawne are sitting in a meadow of blue, so soft and lovely it made me want to return to England just to walk and lie around in one just like it. I dream about endless rows of bluebells and cornflowers and the kind of lush greenery you see in period British films.
One of the first things that struck me about Capri was all the beautiful flowers (scenting the air) and all the birds.
Dark verdant green and creamy white buds.
I wanted to reach out and touch them.
The leaves were dark and lovely.
Blue and white flowers in a sea of green in the gardens lining the loggias, adding to the mystery of the place.
Stairs leading up to the rooftop café. A red carpet experience in terms of views. One can order coffee, mineral water, fresh orange juice, cappuccinos, prosecco and gelato.
We had the café to ourselves. The day was nearing dusk, the clouds were dramatic after intermittent rain.
Umbrella pines always make me think of Rome.
There is a light aroma of espresso and white lilacs in the air, plenty of shade and cool breezes and spots of sun. One can smell a hint of the sea, too.
Views from the roof top of the garden and the sea. The bluest blues, the darkest greens, the whitest whites.
The unique architecture of the villa.
Flowers of every hue can be found throughout the grounds. The bright pink and red are like kisses with paint on your mouth left on a linen handkerchief.
One of the many birds of Capri at the café.
One of the dogs through a keyhole in a fence on the way back from the Villa San Michele.
Redbeard’s fort high up on the hill.
This is the second article in a series of film photographs and writings on the Villa San Michele on Capri in Italy. More to follow!
All photographs copyright Rebecca Price Butler, at alovelettertorome.com