Amalfi in summer announces itself long before you arrive. The road into town is controlled chaos: scooters threading between buses, horns cutting through the heat, the coastline in constant motion. It feels alive in that unmistakably Italian way. And then, almost suddenly, the climb up to Anantara Convento di Amalfi Grand Hotel changes everything. One moment you’re inside the noise of the coast, the next you’re above it, watching it shrink into a moving postcard below.