To the right and to the left are mountains with heights of about 1200 meters.
Please take note of the washing on the clothesline. This is soooo typical in Italy. Even the oldest and finest house in every Italian city is "improved" by hanging out a clothesline in front of it, showing freshly laundered underwear. We tried to take part in this tradition :-)
Right behind the house looms the steep rock of Monte Crivo with a cross on the summit of it. A funny thing about this rock is that in very silent moments I always had the impression to hear faint cowbells from it, but never saw a cow. I'll come back later to that issue :-)
With a good telezoom lens (which happened to be in my camera bag ;-) one was able to see the tight and angled streets of the old city center of Maratea on the slope of the Monte S. Biagio. The following pictures were taken from there...
A rather not so good attribute of the steep Monte Crivo was its habit to stop every cloud drifting in from the sea, which caused a weather change every other hour. When we arrived at Maratea this day the valley was already thickly clouded.
Our house is located almost exactly in the center of this picture.
So this one of the several parts of Maratea laid in the shade.
However, even with clouds the view of the gulf provided exactly the kind of mood to me that was desparately needed after spending to many hours in the office...
