Cinque Terre 🌊The ultimate romance between cliffs and sea

#5月好去处2025 🌊 Before the morning mist dissipated, the first fishing boat in Manarola had already woken up the bay . The fisherman threw the silver sardines🐟 into the basket🧺, and the splashing water💧 just happened to fall on the parasols⛱️ of the cliff cafe. "Ciao!" The old lady who was drying the sheets on the second floor leaned out and threw down a bunch of figs . The summer in Cinque Terre started with a basket of lemons🍋 . The steps of Corniglia were sunburned🌞, and I walked barefoot on the stone steps carved by monks five hundred years ago🩴. I bumped into an old man selling pesto around the corner. Basil and pine nuts were in love in the stone mortar. He winked slyly: "Add a spoonful of my secret - Tyrrhenian sea salt." . At noon, I hid in the arch cave of Vernazza, and the tide played in the organ holes carved out of the rock wall. Local children jumped into the clear blue sea with watermelons in their arms, and the waves rolled their laughter into crystal fragments. ✨ . 🌅Wait until the sunset dyed Riomaggiore honey-colored, squat on the breakwater with fried fish rolls in hand. Seagulls fought for food scraps, and the waves suddenly flipped over the tourists' straw hats. . After nightfall, the vineyards of Monterosso lit up with firefly lights, and followed the gardener with an oil lamp to taste the unfermented sweet wine. He said that every Bosco grape has heard the love words of sailors and sirens, so the wine produced has the dizziness of the waves🌊 . 🚞When the last train took away the tourists who checked in, the real Cinque Terre flowed out from the painted wooden windows. The old ladies brought out rattan chairs to weave fishing nets under the stars, and the church cellar wafted the aroma of 1978 Sciacchetrà wine🍷 "Hush, the soul of the Mediterranean only appears in the middle of the night."