I dipped my toes (then knees, then torso) into the crystal clear waters in the Gulf of Salerno. Tiny waves lapped; children splashed; the sun sparkled. So fresh! Like bathing in a postcard, really. But the real delight was the flashy (but not at all obscene) rows upon rows of wildly colourful umbrellas. It was as if any moment, like in a Pixar film, they’d come to life, twirling, dancing, singing in unison. The beach was a kaleidoscope. Every direction, a new row of vibrant lollipop sun shades. Patterned happiness at every turn! It was a feast for my eyeballs. Ooh, Amalfi is delicious!


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