Posts written about Italy, particularly Naples, and other posts written whilst in Italy.
A car barnacled to the wall outside the Hotel Due Torri in Rome
Taxis, especially those of foreign lands, are jammed together in a corner of my mind that I would rather keep shut. I don’t like to be in the back of a stranger’s car, city blind and barriered in by language, especially when the price to pay goes up with every sweaty minute.
However … late September en route to Rome we decided, despite all my worst fears, that a taxi was the best option.
The thing about Italy is that it is both so antique and so alive. You can choose to be statued to a standstill or else to let the days wash past in seafront sunshine and pizza.
Mid-August, temperatures white-blue, we ripped ourselves out from under the umbrellas of apathy and girded up the little Fiat for an expedition to Pompeii.
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There are more eyes in Naples than there are doorways. In August there is the space to feel them both as they sit out the heat, and watch.
