We usually leave at seven, or half past. The road is empty at that hour and the light is still low over the water.
Ravello comes first, because it sits three hundred and fifty metres above the sea and the coaches have not made the climb yet. At nine in the morning the gardens of Villa Rufolo are almost yours.
Amalfi next: the cathedral steps, the old paper mills, an hour on foot without hurrying. Then lunch inland, on a terrace above the lemon groves, where the wine is the family’s own and nobody rushes you.
Positano last, in the afternoon, when the light turns the houses pink and the day visitors are already queueing for the ferry home.
You can rearrange all of it. It is your car and your day — tell us what you would rather see, and we change the order.