The passage describes Bill Bryson's experience walking around the beautiful island of Capri off the coast of Italy. It summarizes that the town of Capri was charming, with cream-colored buildings, cafes, and views of the sea. It then discusses Bryson getting lost in the complex white-walled lanes that were interconnected in a confusing way, with glimpses of cottages and terraces overlooking the sea accessible through iron gates. The passage notes there were no roads, and destinations had to be reached on foot, often arduously. It concludes by describing Bryson following a path up through the town that opened to stunning views of the island from a cliffside platform at dusk.