Knows’t thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?
JW Goethe (1785)
Oh no, yet another ‘unbeatable’ walk. I’m running out of five-star adjectives.
Fraught guidebook author after a walk on the Amalfi Coast (2009)