The weather had other plans. Instead of the expected endless sunshine, we got misty cliffs, wet cobblestones and a very different kind of Mediterranean beauty.
And perhaps that's what I loved most about photographing it. Without the usual postcard-perfect light, the textures, colours and little vignettes along the coast became much more noticeable. From Amalfi to Positano and Ravello, every bend in the road revealed another composition — with the obligatory million photographs taken from the passenger seat while my husband did the driving.
