Le Sirenuse

Le Sirenuse is the spiritual home of the bon vivant. Antonio and Carla Sersale’s personal attention to detail and hospitality makes you never want to leave — a fact made clear by the crowd of travellers, artists and intellectuals of all ages who return year after year

The hotel is packed full of treasures — from family heirlooms to recent commissions from artists including Karl Homqvist, whose graffiti poems adorn the tables and mirrors of Franco’s bar, and Martin Creed whose site specific neon sign will be unveiled later this summer

I loved the lush greenery throughout the hotel — from splendid potted banana trees to palms, the plump lemon trees lining the pool, to the delicate vines artfully climbing up internal walls and ceilings lending a Sleeping Beauty-esque magic to the dining room

Sitting on the terrace toasting the sunset across THAT view with an Aperol Spritz

John Steinbeck said it best when he wrote in 1953, "Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone….We went to the Sirenuse, an old family house converted into a first class hotel, spotless and cool, with grape arbors over its outside dining rooms. Every room has its little balcony and looks out over the blue sea to the islands of the sirens from which those ladies sang so sweetly”