We didn't get down to the famous Grotta Azzurra

As she left she lent down and said, "Theline is, 'Or so very longer.' " How could they not form a bond? We entrusted our bags to a porter's trolley and walked thesteep, cobbled paths through the town's medieval passages and eastalong Via Sopramonte, past terraced rows of villas that look acrossthe water to Naples and the Amalfi coast. Hazzard's tiny apartmentrequired a climb of 75 steps from the street but opened like a blueand white balcony to the sky and sea. For us she had recommended a couple of hotels before deciding wewould be happier in the house of absent friends. Yes, we could havebeen happy there forever. "Our" home was the largest property onthe island, a generous but simple white house with a sweep ofimmaculate gardens, a church and, at the top of a hill, a Greektemple. Costanza and Salvatore, the live-in couple who care for thehouse and garden, discreetly cared for us too. Breakfast was laidout on the dining table. Freshly baked Caprese cake, dense withalmond meal and chocolate, appeared in the kitchen. Clean clothesfolded themselves. Perhaps the highlight of our visit was the Sunday morning wejoined Costanza in a strenuous walk up to the annual Mass held inthe Chiese Santa Maria del Soccorso. Built to protect sailors, thelittle church sits on the far eastern point of the island next toVilla Jovis, where Tiberius ran the Roman Empire from to ADand reputedly flung opponents off the cliffs. We left the worshippers to their prayers while we wandered theruins, wondering how Tiberius exerted despotic power from such aremote and beautiful place. We stared out Canada Goose at infinite blue vistasuntil it was time for coffee and cakes under the church's giant,sea-gazing Madonna. That afternoon a vertiginous bus ride carried us to Anacapri,the island's second town, and a chairlift took us to its highestpoint, Monte Solaro. Back on the ground, we visited Chiese SanMichele, whose floor is a lush scene of Paradise made from majolicatiles. With Greene on Capri as a guide, we found Il Rosaio, thehigh-walled house where Greene had written for 40 years. Another walk took us out of Capri along the beautiful south-eastcoast. On the winding path shared mainly with blue-green lizards,we passed wondrous rock formations and Villa Malaparte, a severelyglamorous house built on an outcrop with Mussolini's permission anddubbed "the most beautiful house in the world" by The New YorkTimes. We didn't get down to the famous Grotta Azzurra. Too many boatson weekends for us to see the luminous colour of the water, saidHazzard. We didn't swim off the tiny beaches that nestle among therocks. There are at least two excuses to return. During our short stay, Hazzard appeared comfortingly to lend aguidebook and Steegmuller's tatty straw hat or to dig wildcyclamens from the garden for her vases. We dined together atGemma's and lunched on the terrace at Trattoria le Grottelle, whereshe pointed to the cliffs below, site of a Greek temple to Athena,now marked only by an ancient inscription. We ate dishes of freshbuffalo mozzarella and tomatoes, sweet melon and prosciutto,seafood and pasta; we hunted out the Anacapri red wine, strangelyhard to find beyond Anacapri. Capri's other drink is limoncello, made each winter from theisland's huge lemons. On the day we left for Amalfi, Salvatore andCostanza brought out their sweet and potent homemade brew. Sittingin the garden with frosty glasses as the first breeze of autumnshooshed through the cypress trees, we imagined ourselves asresidents rather than brief visitors. "You'll come again," saidHazzard with a certainty we chose to believe. Destination Italy GETTING THERE Qantas flies to Rome every day with a connecting flight fromHong Kong on Cathay Pacific.

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