Why Nocelle’s Mule Track Feels More Honest Than the Marked Trails
I was standing at the Belvedere di Santa Croce on the Path of the Gods, watching the sun slide over Positano in that soft September light. A dozen people jostled for space to take the same photo. I loved the view — but the experience felt manufactured, like a queue for a scenic elevator. That’s when a older Italian man walking a dog pointed to a narrow stone track heading down toward Nocelle. “That’s the real path,” he said with