Gliding on the water to greet the last light of the dying sun, and the horizon glows with gold. It is a magic hour on the Amalfi Coast, when day and night meet and merge, and something serene and sublime descends upon the shores.
Gliding on the water to greet the last light of the dying sun, and the horizon glows with gold. It is a magic hour on the Amalfi Coast, when day and night meet and merge, and something serene and sublime descends upon the shores.