This whole part of the Italian Riv�era is incomparably charming.
In a large and deep gulf which opens before us we make out Santa Margberita and then Rapallo, Chiavari. And farther away Sestr� Levante.
Aftering veering, our yacht glides near the cliffs and suddenly, past the promontory that we have just rounded, we catcb sight of a bidden and almost undiscoverable bay thick whit pines, olive and chestnut trees.
A little village, Portofino stretches like a crescent round this peaceful basin...
                                                                                            (Guy de Maupassant)

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