The roads that dive off the tangenziale into Naples
“Are you sure you know the way?”
“Yes.”
“Is it really better than my way?”
“Yes.” Louder, wounded, exasperated, emphatic.
“Okay – your directions have got to be clear.” Ominous …
The tyres rattle and echo off the tunnel walls. It’s six o’clock in the evening, a bright, dark night and all of Naples seems in a rush to get somewhere.
Buskers in Naples
Naples loves to have music – classical music, world music, new music, Neapolitan songs – music from palazzo to piazza, music that breaks your heart and throws you up to the sky all at once.
Take a stroll down Via Toledo any day of the week and the chances are that somebody somewhere will play you a tune and they’ll play it well.
Looking over the crowds – a detail from the Duomo, Florence in Italy
“Caravaggio, Caravaggio …”
Of course we hurried. This was the troublesome young artist so famed in Naples. Long dead we thought so why here in Florence.
“Caravaggio!” The male voice was raised, impatient.
The Phraser 