Evening on the coast

At 170 meters above the sea, the terrace of Il Refettorio at Monastero Santa Rosa soaks up the violet dusk over the Gulf of Salerno. Between Praiano and Conca dei Marini, the SS163’s hairpins—icons of early 20th‑century coastal engineering—turn into a necklace of lights after dark: Atrani just 1.2 km from Amalfi, Ravello up at 365 m, Furore echoing with old fishing tales. You’re here for IGP limoncello, spaghetti alle vongole, the steady thud of waves on the cliff, and that identifiable mix of orange blossom and sun‑warmed pine.

From there, your driver collects you at your Amalfi hotel around 7 pm, with the vehicle on standby until the last digestivo: he handles the bends, you curate the night. A photo pause by Torre dello Ziro, dinner reserved above Conca, then a late coffee on Marina di Praiano while he waits a couple of minutes away. Feeling impulsive? Swing to Positano 9 km on, or stroll Atrani’s tiny piazzetta before gliding back via the SS366. In Amalfi with a private chauffeur, you taste, watch, linger—and let the road play backdrop.