Things to Do at Duomo di Amalfi (Cathedral of Saint Andrew)
Complete Guide to Duomo di Amalfi (Cathedral of Saint Andrew) in Amalfi Coast
About Duomo di Amalfi (Cathedral of Saint Andrew)
What to See & Do
Bronze Door of Paradise
Cast in Constantinople in 1066, the door’s 24 panels still carry a faint tang of metal polish; rap them and you’ll hear a hollow boom that sends pigeons flapping from the bell tower.
Chiostro del Paradiso
A Moorish courtyard where jasmine drips onto your shoulders; the central fountain’s trickle mingles with cypress rustle and the slap of sandals on inlaid lava stone.
Crypt of Saint Andrew
Down narrow stairs the temperature plunges; incense coats your tongue while baroque angels—gilt and peeling—loom overhead, their wings catching the red glow of sanctuary lamps.
Diocesan Museum
Upstairs, hush and wood polish dominate; 13th-century illuminated manuscripts give off a faint parchment scent, and through a window the bell tower’s green copper slices the sky.
Practical Information
Opening Hours
Basilica 10:00-17:00 daily; Crypt & Cloister close 15 minutes earlier. Sunday Mass at 11:00 keeps tourists outside until 12:30.
Tickets & Pricing
Combined basilica/crypt/cloister/museum ticket €3; audio guide €2 if you want the gossip about the bishop’s 18th-century love affair.
Best Time to Visit
Arrive at 10:00 sharp when the bronze is still cool enough to touch; afternoons drown in cruise-ship groups whose guides ricochet off every wall. If you don’t mind the crush, the 18:00 organ rehearsal is worth hanging around for.
Suggested Duration
Forty-five minutes covers the highlights; add 20 if you’re the sort who reads every Latin inscription.
Getting There
Things to Do Nearby
Two minutes downhill, the 11th-century shipyard vaults reek of brine and wet stone; stone mooring rings still show rope grooves.
Ten minutes up the valley, waterwheels clack as they pound cotton rags into Amalfi’s once-famous paper; you can pull a warm sheet yourself.
Opposite the cathedral steps since 1830; their sfogliatella crackles so loudly it drowns the church bells, and the ricotta tastes of orange-blossom honey.
A 30-minute walk on stone mule paths where giant ferns drip on your neck and waterfalls drown scooter buzz—good for sweating out too much pasta.