There is a fountain in the corner of the square at the heart of ancient Amalfi. Backpackers and budget-conscious travellers sit on its steps, filling their water bottles from the drinking spout and eating the bread and cheese they have bought nearby. Ann and I are sitting 10 metres away at a table on the terrace of a nearby restaurant, sipping white wine while waiting for our lunch to be served.
I nod towards the people sitting round the fountain and say, “That was us once. It’s taken us 45 years to travel the 10 metres from there to here.”
We went the long way round.
