And did you find her, Ray?
Eventually Rob, after a hard slog. Many of the streets in Capri are too narrow for taxis. The last couple of kilometres we had to walk, but fortunately were able to find a porter with motorised, ride-on trolley to carry our heavy suitcases. But he wouldn't carry us.
The idea was, we would follow him on foot. But we were out of practice with our marathon running and he soon left us behind, causing us to wonder if we'd ever see our suitcases again.
Half an hour later, we knew we had arrived at our destination when we saw our suitcases stitting in a prominent position in the middle of the lane, opposite the gates of the villa where we'd rented an apartment. After dragging our suitcases up 200 steps, we were home.
The next morning we were rewarded with the following view from the balcony.