The fascist dictator in the yellow shop

After a nice folk night in the hotel with the Maitre De singing and the whole hotel singing happy birthday to me it was another boat trip to Positano (sparkly posh) and Amalfi (dirty and overpriced posh). On the climb up Positano I stopped to take a snap of a nice yellow shop (extra) and the woman came out and said no photos. I asked her if she was a fascist dictator which seemed to leave her speechless…moving on.