Yesterday on my shopping spree I met this woman at a store. In the course of helping me she asked, “whya youa alonea”? I said “because I’m writing a book”. Then we worked out a conversation between her broken but much appreciated English and my zero Italian albeit hands a waving she learned what I was up to and suggested I go-a to-a the antique store to meet Giacamo pronounce Jauque-a-mo. He has the best house. I was to ask him if I could see it. I did and he agreed for 9:30 the next day.
Raffaele arrived at 8:30. Apparently there was a stuck bus which is very plausible considering Positano roads at two lanes are like American one way streets shoulders included. I hopped on the back of moped and was ready to go for another adventure! This time we were off to one of the most exclusive hotels, Pietra Santo. It’s just outside of Positano proper. Like most luxury hotels in Italy with property they grow some of their own food which usually amounts to a quaint side garden; however, this place had an entire hill side dropping down towards the beach. It was magnificent!
After this hotel it was off to Giacamo’s place. Funny thing is I had actually taken photos of this door the previous day. Giacamo, Giacamo, Giacamo…you unassuming little guy! Apparently not only does he own one magnificent villa, but 3. This being his latest edition it was decorated by a high end designer from Umbria. The villa was run by Domenico Cuom, a sophisticated city guy who left Milano for the simpler life hosting high end clients by the sea. I spent a good part of morning taking photos and imaging how nice it would be to spend time with my family there.
Once back at the shot we reviewed my photos from the previous day and it was now agreed I needed a flash other than the one provided by the camera itself. As I said on a previous day the shop was well equipped and I was able to pick up a Metz which was according to Raffaele a very good German flash. I ha also asking why my big landscape shots weren’t vey crisp an he felt I could have a higher quality lens. Ey, yi, yi I am learning what it means to be a photographer!
With flash in hand I headed out for the sun setting light shots which made for one long, hot, exhausting day.