I'm sorry Paris, my first love, but I can't help wondering what I'm doing here...
i'm just a wanderer and a daydreamer. So much to see, so much to write about!
See here:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/destinations/europe/italy/campania/naples/articles/Naples-Passion-and-death-in-Italys-underrated-gem/
"To anyone who knows Naples, the lack of visitors is both one of the mysteries and the joys of the city".
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"Blissed-out Naples, of course, makes cautious, conservative Florence look and sound like a convent. This is not a city of restraint; the full-on traditions of Pompeii, just around the bay, are alive and well here. The voices are loud, the greetings boisterous, the pizzas fabulous, the driving atrocious, the architecture glorious, the religious rituals weird, and the policemen more fabulously turned out than a Gilbert and Sullivan rear admiral. And the phalluses in the gabinetto come with cupid wings and trailing bells. Naples’ peeling sepia walls tell you a lot about the city. They are devoted to passion and death. We will come to death later, as we all must. But the passion is everywhere – the canoodling couples, the flirtatious gazes, the lovelorn graffiti. Naples walls are crowded with breathless declarations of love. Te Amo, Maria, I love you, Maria. You are my destiny, Luca. Marry me, Gabriella. I dream of your kisses, Livia. Wait for me, Marco."
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