On a little boat floating around the island of Capri we gazed up at the rocks and watched as the sun slipped slowly down behind the cliffs.

Old barricades, canon heavy forts by the English and later the French, ancient walk ways of Romans and shepards, medieval paths with goats grazing on them, modern swimming clubs and fashion designer villas now sprinkle the soaring cliffs of Capri.

The sea is calm for a moment, the south wind changes, the sun slinks further down and there is an upheaval in the waves.

The boat rounds the entrance to another hidden grotto.

The famed Faraglioni rocks, with a boat passing under it’s arch. We are about to enter it ourselves.

Another boat races us to get there first. And yet we are all at a leisurely pace here. We are on “Capri time” as the locals say.

The shadows and light meet…