The hair problem
The day arrives, a day that sends shivers through my toothbrush … it’s the day of the haircut. This dreaded day I am in Naples, Italy and about to pay my first visit to one of the city’s hairdressers.
In a froth of toothpaste I imagine a salon crowded with suntanned, Latin loveliness … icy, manicured fingernails stab down my spine.
A look back (first published 22 January 2016): One of my strongest childhood memories is of the dazzle and excitement of Christmas lights in a city park – in Salerno last year I saw the magic again. It’s hard to resist – why would you want to anyway?
The Castello di Arechi in Salerno looks down on the Luci d’Artista
The dark months of winter can be full of gloom. This is true everywhere but in the south of Italy it feels personal.
Here the point is the sun. Without it there is no light on the sea, no sun in your glass, no need for riposo.
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A look back (first published on 24 December 2015): Christmas in Naples – different but not so different.
A Christmas light by the San Paolo football stadium in Naples, Italy
The sun shines in Naples and the streets are full. Many are just out for the occasion, to watch and be watched, and others to shop, to sell, to beg, to walk the dog.
It’s definitely Christmas but it never stops being Naples – nothing is drowned in jingles or jolliness.
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The Phraser 