Inside, it is simple and lovely, with an authenticity so unpretentious it is almost careless. For two hundred and fifty years it was the summer house of the noble Neapolitan family Marchese Sersale, who still run the hotel. Small as the pool is, you could linger in the water, watching, until your skin shrivels. The narrow, heated lap-pool gazes out on this strange, pastel place and then further out to the sea.
Nonetheless, we love the fact that it is part of Positano, a town that is constructed like an amphitheater - houses literally cut into the cliff, each one with an unobstructed view over the next one, and stairs instead of streets.
Rising out in the dreamy, sun drenched seaside town of Positano, covered with climbing grape trellises, the appellation for this eighteenth century summer house is simply Italian for “the sirens.”ĭespite its location, Le Sirenuse is quiet, isolated from the local traffic and apparently from most tourists. Seldom has there been a name more poetic or appropriate.
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