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Archive for the Capri category
The best, in the center, is Hotel Quisisana well I would not exclude the Capri Palace but certainli Quisisana has a lot of charme I have to agree Capri Palace is amazing, I am planning to go and the idea of having your own private swimming pool right outside your room is just a miracle (without having to pay through your teeth) Capri Palace! nice spa! Capri Palace! Absolutely the Capri Palace. Much better than the Quisisana. Capri Palace! The Spa is great- even if you decide not to stay there you should go and enjoy one of their treatments. Don,t forget Scalinatella for me the best one. Small, charmant and fobolous view. I have been both in Quisisana and Capri Palace, i would definitely go for the first one! I’d also like to add the Punta Tragara…magnificent views, super service, Frank Lloyd Wright archtiecture – and quiet, quiet quiet. Better to have drinks at the Quisisana – but stay at the Punta Tragara. Try to get a suite!! Hotel quisisana 5-Star extra deluxe Quisisana, the best. (Capri) – Regarding to warning we published on the last August 25 on the enchanting Blue Grotto in Capri was closed, we update you that today, one of the most famous place in the world, is open again to the tourists. So, you can go to visit without any worry. See the Video of the Blue Grotto in Capri. Portofino World, a world apart. (Capri) – One of the most romantic place around the world, the Blue Grotto in Capri, it has been closed this morning from the Italian police for a strange foam and nauseating stench. The Italian Authority are on the place to check the reasons and make different controls. We don’t suggest at this time to visit the Blue Grotto in Capri. Any other place around the Isle is strongly suggested. Portofino World, a world apart.
(Isle of Capri) – The last week-end has been an amazing Celebrities presence in the magic island of Capri Italy. During the afternoon Jennifer Lopez with his husband Marc Anthony in Via Camerelle with the famous designer duo Stefano Dolce and Domenico Gabbana. The same group was a week ago in Portofino. J.Lo, beautiful and available with the fans, has made shopping in some botiques. She is now in Ischia, an island closed to Capri.
You glance up, and there a thousand feet above you loom the heights of Monte Solario, and peeping round their corner shine the lights of Anacapri. You elevate your glance, and the stars like diamonds sparkle in the unclouded sky. The town itself is a world in miniature. You fool that you are in a toy city. The streets are so narrow that you can almost stretch across them, yet their windows are ablaze with all the tempting bait of a Paris shop. The national costumes of the natives have almost vanished, but there is one old patriarch with a long snowy-white beard, sitting on the steps wearing his red beret, blue jersey, and wound round him a bright sash made of fishing not dyed scarlet. His trousers are pale blue, and he smokes a long curved wooden pipe as he broods on other days. He is a relic of the past thrown upon the shores of time. A new world parades before him and casts curious glances at his garments, which to toll the truth outrival in picturesqueness the drab fashions of today. The women of Capri attract more than a passing glance.
Amongst the very few British residents is a Scottish lady who has lived hero for some considerable time, and in her charming Moorish house, with its Muezzin tower, we had tea only a short time ago. As a peep at English life in Capri might interest the reader I shall take you with me to this hospitable homo. It is called “Discopoli.” The house is set in a terraced garden, with shady walks under a pergola of roses and clematis. All the rooms are on the one floor. From the hall you enter a largo drawing-room on the right. Its French window leads to a veranda which overlooks the flower garden and the lemon and olivo groves. A Scotch tea in such surroundings is a soothing balm for home-sick foreigners. The man servant is Italian but the maid hails from Fifeshire. One is glad to think that there was such enterprise amongst our uomo domestics. Why should they not see the world, when such comfortable posts offer themselves?
The Grand Hotel Miramare of Santa Margherita, a formidable construction, was transformed in 1904 by Giacomo Costa from a villa into a great hotel. Since then it has been managed by a series of different families, the Kuoni-Stoppani family, the Torriani family and finally by the Fustinoni family. Innumerable important persons have been stayed here; Emperors, Kings and Queens, Princes of Royal houses, presidents of Republics, politicians, actors, singers and prestigious artists (1) have been guests.
Capri like a fair maiden who must be wooed if her full charm is to be enjoyed. There is a certain coyness about her, an aloofness which withdraws her from the grasp of the impatient. The winds and the waves which are seldom still around her rocks, guard her from the importunate mob. True, thousands of tourists visit her shores every season; but the majority of those do not even land except at the Blue Grotto, photo below, and as they roll back to Naples on the Mediterranean swell, they are apt to think unkindly thoughts of that fair Siren rock which had lured them to such a fate! The few, however, who refuse to be content with aim hour’s interview, but persist in their attentions: who settle down and fall in love with the beauty and the mystery of this elusive island, begin to discover her secret. She exerts an almost uncanny fascination on her lovers. Once their eyes have been opened to the slender grace of her rocky sides, so tall, so straight: to the wonderful colours of her clinging garments, as from her clefts like a cascade the fragile campanula streams forth and clothes her with stars of pale amethyst, and mingles with another stream of sapphire blue lithospermum or white and purple convolvulus they become bewitched with her beauty. | ||||
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