Blue Mandarine

Positano. Lost between two mountains that bathe the sea, this little Amalfi village shines. Rocked by the waves and in the shade of our sail, we wander through this bustling village where men and women shake hands, embrace and kiss. Deep layers of colour intermingle on the facades forming a patchwork dedicated to the sun, to Helios, to the sun. Floating in the air, just above the water, is the perfumed trail of the Dolce Vita.