Monthly Archives: October 2013

Napoli continued…

The city itself is not the cleanest; yes, garbage disposal is a big problem for this city. But the people are proud of their appearance; open, smiling and friendly. Especially if you make even the slightest effort to speak Italian . . .no matter how horrible your pronunciation! A ‘grazie’ and a ‘prego’ or two can go a long way! Children are cherished.

Castel Nuevo is fun to explore; as is Spacanapoli; several streets that join to make one long one that divides Naples in half. You can find everything there; souvenirs, clothes, tiny jam-packed grocery stores, motorcycle repair shops, you-name-it!


Castel Nuovo

Mount Vesuvius is a half hour drive away after spending a half hour (at least!) fighting your way out out of the city first, through unbelievable traffic! Don’t think I saw a single car without scratches, dints . . . or worse!

typical homes

Pompeii, which was destroyed by an eruption of Vesuvius in 79 AD, has only partially been revealed. It was first discovered in 1738. Serious archeological research began only during the 19th century. It’s a fantastic place to visit, but a visit to the National Museum is a must, to look at the relics of the past; from silverware, vases made from glass blowers, clothes, mosaics, frescos, even children’s toys; all the things that were so well preserved for nearly two thousand years, buried under layers of ash and lava.








Colorful. That’s how I would describe this city that is so very much alive; day and night.

colorful Naples coastline







Yes–I did go out at night; often to the Piazza Bellini, which was practically at my hotel’s doorstep, letting the atmosphere of music, laughing crowds and playing children seep into my weary bones. (I walked for at least 3 hours a day around Naples, sightseeing.)

How wonderful to be able to enjoy a glass of vino rosso and a pizza (which can be had for just 5 Euros and is great!) any time of day or night!




Lov-e-ly Napoli

Bay of Naples When I told people I was going to Naples, Italy, they shook their heads, frowning, looking at me as though I was more than a bit daft, wondering  why on earth I wanted to visit such a ‘dangerous’ place, murmuring things about the Mafia under their breath . . . Was I really that naïve? Was a trip to Napoli a bad move? I made sure I had a money belt to keep my valuables close to me at all time, then decided to take all the necessary precautions; not to walk the streets of such a menacing place at night . . . pickpockets and muggers, I was ready for you. Trouble was, I didn’t find any. Not a single one!

The little motor bikes, scooters, they call them, are a bit of a hazard though. Beep-beeping away, weaving and darting their way between the crowds, coming at you from all directions in the narrowest of paths or the widest of streets, can be a bit disturbing at first. After a day or two, they just become part of the scenery.

From my room’s little terrace, was a breathtaking view of Mount Vesuvius that is still considered to be active (last blast in 1914 . . . a second or two by geological standards) Turning the other way, we had a beautiful view of the city . . . a fascinating city of contrasts of modern, old and ancient.


Bay of Naples Naples