Fiordo di Furore from the bridge

The Fiordo is not a fjord but a deep cleft in the cliffs where a stream reaches the sea. The Amalfi Drive crosses it on a single high arch, and beneath the bridge the walls close in to a slot barely wide enough for a boat, with old fishermen's houses built into the rock and a small stony beach at the water.

Two frames, two moods. From the belvedere at the eastern end of the bridge you look straight down the ravine to the open sea — a vertical composition with the arch, the rock walls and two small figures on the beach far below. Down at the water, reached by about two hundred steps, the perspective reverses: the bridge is a thin line of sky above, and the enclosing rock makes an intimate, cool, blue-toned setting quite unlike the rest of the coast.

Practical realities. The beach is tiny and can be closed or partly submerged depending on sea state and season, and after storms the steps are wet and slick — check conditions before promising it. Parking on the SS163 is a couple of narrow laybys that fill instantly; the bus stops right at the bridge. In late July the cliff-diving competition takes over the whole ravine for a day.