Capri and the Amalfi Coast

At 9 am on the Piazzetta, espresso in hand, you watch the first funiculars climb while schooners slip out of Marina Grande. Capri has its rituals: Carthusia’s 1948 perfume lab, basalt cobbles, the stroll to Via Tragara where the Faraglioni cut the horizon. The next day, the scale widens along the SS163: tight bends, tuff-stone walls, lemon terraces between Meta and Praiano. Over both days, timing matters—ferry slots, Positano’s late-afternoon crawl—so every minute buys you views, not queues.

Here’s how it flows: pickup at your hotel in Sorrento or Naples, a Mercedes at your disposal, ferry reservations matched to your pace. On Capri, your dedicated driver coordinates boarding at Molo Beverello, waits at Marina Grande while you head to Anacapri or Villa San Michele (a 20-minute ride), then later drops you in Amalfi for the 12th‑century cathedral and a lemon granita at Andrea Pansa. You explore and taste; he drives, secures scarce parking, and fine‑tunes stops between Ravello and Vietri sul Mare to chase the best light and sea state.