Greeting of Positano

fresh flowers greeted me when I visited Positano also the smells of expresso brewing, it was morning By midafternoon I smelled garlic and onions I sat at a café where the chef’s assistant greeted me She offered to pour me wine, red, white, whatever Italian hospitality is alive and well in this place We are featuring sausage pizzelle, she told me, it is delicious Do I smell fresh bread? I asked her. I surely did. It rained a bit later, and I recognized the smell of leather. I had not smelled that since my childhood. Italy will always awaken in me the memory of this day And the welcoming fragrences of the boulevard.