Capri is not a welcoming place. Granted there are lemon tress and not too few. As well wine and artichokes are harvested here. But mild, aside from the weather between October and May is nothing in this place. A naked rock was this Island still after WWII. Water had to be painstakingly collected in cisterns and if it wouldn't have been for the foreigners, the tourists and the expats, created for while by the war, these few square miles would have remained a place for goats and poor fisherman.
But why do people come from colder places steadily for the last 200 years with unbridled enthusiasm? They sit in the same Piazza, run up and down on the same walkways, frequent the same restaurants? And only few spend their day on one of the two tiny stony beaches, the others sit on their viewing posts and look out to the sea and the Gulf of Naples and take in the ever-same.
The Italian Umberto D'Aniello is the photographer of this illustrated book by Yvonne Meyer-Lohr about Capri, which stands out in the lot of literature on this
