Capri - Hot Time In The City...

On Saturday morning we went up and down Mount Solaris. Time to hit the pool you say? No! Mrs. TBF suggested that we take a taxi down from Anacapri to Capri (the main town on the island). The sun was shining, I wasn't feeling quite so bloated by this point from the breakfast buffet, and we were kind of feeling like doing a little exploring, so off we went.
We got to the taxi stand (also the bus stop), and we found that our choices were to take a standing room only little bus where we'd be crammed like sardines for probably a couple of Euros (not really sure how much it costs) after waiting in line for a minimum of fifteen minutes.....OR....jump into a taxi which cost 15 Euros. Oh...I forgot to mention that the taxi is like an open sided mini-van with a rag top. For us it was a no-brainer. We jumped into the taxi and enjoyed the breezy ride down the switch-back, and incredibly narrow, road down to Capri.
Compared to Anacapri, Capri is pretty crowded and bustling. Also, it's quite a bit warmer. Luckily, we were wearing shorts and t-shirts. Mrs. TBF seemed very comfortable - I, on the other hand, was not. But, despite the beads of sweat forming on my chrome dome, we forged ahead.
We did some shopping, walked down some really narrow streets, and eventually made our way to a nice garden area that had another really nice view of the coastline (first picture). We stopped a couple of times for granita (kind of like an Italian Slurpee...but much better), I made a pit-stop in a public bathroom where I encountered a bathroom attendant mopping the floor who kept muttering "mamma-mia" over and over again (very cool!), and we eventually made our way back to the taxi stand, and back up the switch-back road to our hotel.
Once back in the room, I looked out our window at the person who's staying in the room below us (second picture), and I swear that it was none other than Moamer Kadhafi enjoying a snooze. Mrs. TBF says no, but I'm saying...YES! I'll have to do some snooping around.
We showered up, took this self-portrait of us in our hotel bathrobes (third picture), and went out for a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant where a lot of the locals dine. We had great food, plus the added bonus of great people watching. Italians are DEFINITELY great for people watching. But, maybe more about that a little later...