Visiting Italian cities is like walking through an open air museum. The only limitation is that with my barely mediocre art history knowledge I was not always sure of the significance of what I was looking at. In hindsight, I think this may have actually worked in my favour.
I like visiting old ruins, particularly the ones where nature has been allowed to creep back in, softening the edges. The park-like settings are soothing and a source of inspiration as I let my mind wander and fill in the blanks.
I spent one night in Salerno. A stop meant as an in between moment, no expectations, it just happened to be where the next bed was after a day visiting Italy’s Amalfi coastline before continuing on to Rome.
