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Ponza and Palmarola in pictures

Posted on August 12, 2014

There’s not much that I can tell you about the islands of Ponza and Palmarola. Or, rather, I could fill page after page with words about these islands, trying to describe the intense blues of the water; the way the cliffs, alternatively rust-coloured and chalky white, rise up straight out of that water and finish in dramatic points and swooping arches; the colourful little wooden boats buzzing around everywhere, full of tanned, relaxed vacationers – but really, pictures do a much better job of telling this story, of summing up the four wonderful days spent on a friend’s yacht off the coast of these two small rocks in the Tyrrhenian Sea.

I already can’t wait to go back.

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Lynn Crandon 13 August 2014 at 12:10 am

Incredible pics, Sara! I can’t wait to see this magical island!

Natalie 7 September 2014 at 9:57 pm

Gorgeous! I love the cliff jumping shot.

This is truly the way to travel.

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