Meet Me at Franco’s, Positano

Let’s enjoy a virtual happy hour together, shall we?

My mind escapes to last summer at Franco’s Bar, perched up high in Positano at Le Sirenuse on the Amalfi coast.

It was a blue and white, sexy piece of patio heaven. 

There were striped awnings and artsy, organic sea creature-looking lamps at the bar.

I was charmed by the white-piped blue cushioned chairs and cozy tables.

We sat around a huge potted lemon tree. 

I so wanted these dip dyed, stylish candle holders!

It was great people watching with a pleasant hum of buzzy conversation and DJ tunes.

Chef Bobby Flay walked in. I did not gawk and take his picture. You will just have to trust me on this.

I swooned over this huge, bright yellow fountain. 

What a fantasy! A true, custom work of art! 

It looks like thick, yummy folds of fresh fettuccine, right? I decided to have pasta that night.

Those vines. The lantern. That fountain. A killer combo. 

Wait, a picture on a cocktail! How did they do that? Who cares! Cheers darling!

Yummy popcorn and olives. Thank you!

Sip. Relax. Breeze.

Fading sun. Fragrant roses. Boats snug in the harbor below.

The sky deepened its blue. The lamplights and streetlights began to glow.

The day was gone.

Evening began.

I hope you enjoyed this bit of armchair travel!

I know we will all meet again soon.

In the Hunt,

Pattie Jo