I proposed to my wife at Le Sirenuse, the impossibly beautiful hotel cut into the cliffs of Positano, so I’m a bit partial to the place. I popped the question on our balcony, at sunset, overlooking the Amalfi Coast, and after we telephoned family back in the States with the news, we floated downstairs to the bar and proceeded to celebrate.

At Franco’s Bar, ocean views abound.

We arrived that evening knowing no one, and by the end of the night we knew (and had been toasted by) seemingly everyone—especially Antonio and Carla Sersale, whose family has owned the hotel for the past 70 years.