Names are strange labels – some disappear on the wind, others lodge like shards of sunlight in the memory. I met such a name, one that lingers, in an apartment in an old palazzo in Naples, Italy.
The apartment belonged to Michael Aspinall, and the name was Serena Malfi.
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A look back (first published 7.1.16): Days without sunshine in Naples, Italy feel wrong … but when they pass the relief is like the burst of light at the end of an unexpected tunnel.
Vesuvius at the end of the Lungomare in Naples, Italy
When light bounces off the sea, then rises up through blue sky towards the sun it takes your heart with it … at least it does on the seafront in Naples, Italy. It’s impossible to resist, like a balloon freed by the breeze, up and up it goes.
Yesterday was one of those days.
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A look back (first published 3.1.2016): I flew through this airport many times during our two years in Campania. On one of the last trips I managed to lose my passport somewhere in duty free, but found it later waiting for me at my departure gate.
Early morning outside the Aeroporto Internazionale di Napoli.
Most airports I’ve met recently are soulless travel malls … apart from one – the Aeroporto Internazionale di Napoli.
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