Along the high rocky coast of the island, there are small, delightful bays that are more easily accessible from the sea than from the land.

In the last stretch of the Phlegraean coast, now one with the Domitian coast, in the territory of Giugliano, included in the metropolitan area of Naples, the large beach of Varcaturo succeeds the Lido di Licola.

Together with the various species of birds stopping there during the long migrations, the coots populated permanently, always numerous, the vast coastal wetland. According to Emperor Nero's plans, the long navigable canal connecting Rome to Pozzuoli had to start there.

"O Vatia, tu solus scis vive", "O Vatia, you alone know how to live": the exclamation with which his peers addressed him remained over centuries, when they met him in Rome, when they met him in Rome, evoking the long periods that the Isaurico loved to spend in his villa d'otium in the renowned Campanian sea.

In the most extreme and advanced part of the Phlegraean Peninsula, just in front of Procida, separated by the shortest stretch of sea, a bay opens with a beach of fine sand, where there is a small tourist port too.

Despite the passage of time, the stretch of "Costa del Mito", in the north of the Gulf of Pozzuoli, the places preserve in their name the memory of the presence of the Classis Miserenensis, the most important fleet of the empire, established by Augustus a few decades before the first century BC expired.

Imagine that you have just visited one of the most particular and interesting archaeological sites of the Phlegraean Fields, the Mirabilis Pool, and to smell the unmistakable scent of the nearby sea.

Protected by the cliff surmounted by the Castle, dominated by the austere imposingness of the ancient Aragonese fortification that today houses some of the archaeological jewels found in the sea surrounding it, the beach of Castello di Baia extends at the end of the wide Gulf of Pozzuoli.

Ciraccio

The sun never leaves it throughout the day. And from early morning until the last ray before sunset it caresses the dark sand of the Ciraccio beach, which nature has delimited with two imposing tuff stacks.

It is said that St Francis, passing through on his journey to the East, spoke to the fish from the rock that now bears his name and on which a cross is placed in his honour.

Spiaggia del Pozzillo 

A welcoming strip of golden sand connects San Marco and Santa Maria di Castellabate. It is the Pozzillo Beach, bathed by a crystal clear sea showing the shallow water and makes it perfect to frequent for children. It ends in the territory of Santa Maria di Castellabate with thee mall beach of Marina Piccola.

Between Acciaroli and Pioppi

To the south of Punta Licosa, in the municipality of Pollica, the long beach of golden sand that connects the hamlets of Acciarolia Pioppi extends which. It been awarded many times for its naturalistic value and the quality of the services offered to visitors. Easily accessible, well equipped, it gives access to a dream sea, worthy of the pearl of Cilento, a definition more than

In the heart of the Cilento National Park, kilometres of fine, golden sand: this is the great beach of Marina di Ascea, bordered by centuries-old olive groves and lush Mediterranean scrub.

The Salines beach

The Caretta caretta turtles have often chosen it over the years to lay their eggs. The long beach Le Saline is a tract of fine and almost white sand, reaching the hamlet of Pisciotta from Palinuro. The low sandy shallow, which stretches for several tens of meters beyond the shore, offers at different times of the day, suggestive, ever-changing color combinations.

Mingardo Beach

Surrounded to the north by a pine forest and to the south by sand dunes, the long beach of the Mingardo is located between Palinuro and Marina di Camerota and is much loved by people from Cilento. To distinguish it is the fine white sand, which meets a cobalt blue sea between the foam. A unique show set up by Mother Nature.

Marcellino Beach or the French beach

At the end of a deep valley rich of vegetation descending from the village of San Giovanni a Piro, a magnificent inlet opens up along the coast of the Masseta, which includes the beach of Marcellino, also known as the French beach. A swim to remember in the deep blue sea, among landscapes of rare beauty. Nearby, the no less magnificent beaches of Sciabica and

In the heart of the Gulf of Policastro, Sapri beach is a jewel of Cilento near the border between the Campania and Basilicata coasts. The long pebble beach, equipped and well-kept, has been given numerous awards over the years due to the beauty surrounding it and for the beautiful sea. A wonder of nature in the place consigned to history by the tragic expedition of Carlo Pisacane and his three hundreds "young and strong". Nearby, the beautiful beach of white

Going down the stairways that alternate with flat stretches, you arrive in Piazzetta dei Protontini, at the port of Amalfi. Near the ferry dock and close to the Lungomare dei Cavalieri.

The sun from the sea behind Vivara illuminates the cliffs with golden sparkles at the foot of the Castello Aragonese, along the “bridge” linking it to the big island.

I chose the way passing by the cemetery. It reminds me my teenage years.

The round shape of Vivara, the walls and the towers of the Castle in the background take form in the hands of the children playing with the sand and seawater.

In the centre of the beautiful hamlet of Sant’Alessandro, an arrow indicates the way to get to Spiaggia degli Inglesi.

I am looking at the Scarrupata, from the punt. I took it from the little pier of Ischia Ponte. Tabula rasa.

I am reaching the extreme south of the island, where there is the most exuberant beach:

You can get there from Sant’Angelo, by taxi boat, for the price of 7-10 euros.

You need to pass through Zaro wood to reach the cliff – non cliff:

The heat is hiding between pine needles. Cicadas are already singing.

It is the right time. I am reaching the beach. I am looking at the sun. It reflects on the waves of the sea to recognise itself.

I am walking from Casamicciola to Lacco Ameno.

I am waiting for the northwest wind: if the winds blow and make the sea surface vibrate with endless waves…

The breeze at the entrance of Cava Grado is penetrating into the reeds with its slow pace. It is a music.

The dark volcanic rocks of the promontory of Zaro,

5 pm. Here I am in Citara, house of Poseidon, one of the favourite foreigners’ destination.

It is the temple of the sunset and it reminds me that I would like to go to the beach.

The fine sand accompanies the way in the quiet blue lagoon, up to the cliff dividing and protecting it from the open sea.

By night, of course! During the day you can go by boat.