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 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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A look back (first published in April 2015): since this visit to Benevento I’ve discovered another horse of Mimmo Paladino’s in Naples. This horse, possibly even more striking than the others, stands on the roof of the MADRE (Museum of contemporary Art DonnaREgina) in the city.
Reflection of the horse that followed me to Benevento
I didn’t expect to see the horse. The guidebooks never mentioned that one would be there, nor that others would be hidden in the same space.
My first sight of the horse was in Naples. He’s tucked around the back of the Royal Palace where he struggles to climb out of a mound of salt. You don’t forget horses like that.
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The Phraser 