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EAT LIKE A WRITER
Greene regularly dined at both Da Gemma, near the marina, and Le Grottelle, in the far east of the island. Da Paolino, Palazzo a Mare district, is a traditional restaurant with a lemon grove, and frequent celebrity diners.
Up from the marina, the coastline reveals itself as a jagged tear of rock, the colours of the countryside blending like the paint on an artist’s worn palette: the browns and greens, the flowers of blue and purple, and the lemon groves swirl together, melding with the pastel houses which are set into the earth like flowerpots.
I could feel the shrine-like atmosphere described by Russian novelist Ivan Turgenev who wrote while visiting in 1871 that Capri was, “a virtual temple of the goddess Nature, the incarnation of beauty.” From the crest of Monte Solaro, I could see almost everything—there was the Grand Hotel Qui- sisana, where Nobel-prize winner Ivan Bunin set his novella The Gentleman from San Francisco, and beyond the ruins of the Roman palace, Villa Jovis, which inspired the notorious French rogue, the Marquis de Sade, in his ribald novel Juliette.
With its blend of mountain and marine, it’s no surprise the “Pearl of the Mediterranean” has attracted creatives from colder climes, but it was just as often a place to let loose and indulge.
The Writing Life
With its alfresco and aperitif atmosphere, Capri is the per- fect place to indulge in a bohemian lifestyle of slow contemplation, much like the hero of Somerset Maugham’s story, “The Lotus Eater,” who tosses in his stressful London life to follow his dreams of otium. I take the funicular up to the Piazza Umberto I, where the masses are dining street side beneath lemon trees and drinking Aperol Spritz over a wide view of the Bay of Naples. I stroll ’round to the Gran Caffè where the novelist Shirley Hazzard first met the nov- elist Graham Greene in the late ’60s. In her memoir Greene on Capri, Hazzard recalls seeing Greene at the Gran; as he’s faltering over the final line of Robert Browning’s poem “The Lost Mistress,” Greene recites:
Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Here, Greene stumbles, his mind draws a blank. Haz-
zard walks over slowly and offers, “The line is: ‘Or so very little longer!’”
How I, too, wish to hold this island, which spread beneath me like a cluster of tumbled rocks, in my palm. But my time’s limited. In the spirit of Greene, I sat to rest and ordered a chilled martini. The scent of limoncello is in the air. I open my notebook and look out over the open sea. I have time but wish for just a little longer. DS
TRAVEL PLANNER
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