My stay in Naples has come to an abrupt halt, and I am on my way back to Australia to meet a tall, dark, competent orthopaedic surgeon. Talk about your drama queen, eh?
Behave yourselves while I’m not here to discipline you. Don’t do anything I would do. 😊
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It doesn’t take long to find diverse scenes of street life as you wander around in the historic centre of Naples.
I had never seen a shoe-shine stand in the streets anywhere before.
The music they made was so cheery and energetic.
This reminded me of the street cleaners in Venice, except here the broom heads are made of plastic.
The boredom of a street stall owner, who has seen it all before.
A university graduate in Naples with her mother, aunt and friends. Gina has her degree in Languages (Chinese), and hopes to become an interpreter. Brava, Gina.
Leave the mail under the door. Thanks.
A voice over a loudspeaker brought me to the window, to see a vendor of fruit and vegetables plying his trade on the narrow street. And, he’s driving an Ape!
No digital scales for this fellow.
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Don’t you love it when you happen upon a significant event in someone’s life?
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In anticipation of your visit, and not wanting to appear a total klutz when we head to the hydrofoil to go visit Karen and Mike in their new home, I decided to do a little trial run of getting to the correct place at the harbour. All I can say is “Such fun I had!”
I had read online all about getting there by tram, it sounded ever so simple. (When will I ever learn?) I walked to Piazza Garibaldi where I “knew” I’d be able to buy tickets and catch Tram 1. I finally found the tram lines and saw a sign that said “Fermata provvisoria”. I gave myself a pat on the back for being able to translate that to “Temporary stop”. Barb will be so impressed, I thought. I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, I went into the train station, found the Tourist Information folks and asked them where I could find that darn tram. An indulgent laugh emitted from the young lady. She said “Signora, there USED to be a tram.” Now, I had the choice of a bus or the metro. So, Barb, you’re going to just love riding the metro, I promise! Or, even if you don’t, my strong advice to you is to grit your teeth and say nothing.
A person could get lost in this train station!
The progress I was making did feel snail-like
Barb, the metro station is about 4 floors below ground level. Are you okay with that?
My first view of Mount Vesuvius, in the early morning haze.
Just a few images from the waterfront. We can take a rowboat ride, if you want to.
This shy fellow volunteered to have his photo taken, and was happy to be seen on my blog. Thanks, Francesco.
We can go here, if that is your wish, Barb.
I probably looked a bit like this when my mission was accomplished. Very pleased, indeed.
So, don’t say you haven’t been warned, and don’t complain when I get us lost a few times!
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This morning, I made my way to a street market I’d read about on Via Pignasecca. That name means dry pinecone, there must be a story attached to that.
Anyhow, I bought some nice fresh vegetables and a pair of light weight pyjamas there, and then I saw it, marching along like it owned the whole darn place, looking neither left nor right, stopping for no one.
Street cat of Napoli
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It’s always nice to try to find your way around a new neighbourhood, and that’s what I did today. Don’t expect me to explain in any degree of detail what it was I saw, but here are some images. You can make up your own stories about them.
“Welcome to Napoli” says Signor Dante Alighieri. (I didn’t know he spoke English.)
It seems that rubbing body parts ensures a bit of good luck. So, please rub Pulcinella’s nose.
And rub the skull of Anon.
This statue is in honour of Domenico Martuscelli, who established a school for the blind in Naples. He was a nice man.
Which form of dance would you recommend for me? I know which one I fancy. But, my body says “No way.”
Just an obligatory view of a narrow street, backlit.
This bloke was clever. He sang from the comfort of his balcony, disappearing every so often for refreshments. He had a basket dangling from the balcony to collect donations. I don’t know how much he earned today.
These poor youngsters were struggling under the weight of the statue, and their eardrums were assailed by the vigorous percussion and brass sections of the accompanying band.
Not much to say about this, except I liked the shape of the window.
In breaking news, my search for Leocrema has had a happy ending. I have found a good supply of it, and have cornered the market.
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What can I say? I sure am happy I decided to come here, although I can see many “Let’s get lost” occasions in my future.
Here is what my landlady left as a greeting. There are sfogliata in that parcel. Yum.
And, all I need to do is open the doors to the tiny balcony and there is the hubbub and colour of this ancient city. (I am grateful for double glazed windows, though.)
I may never return to Myrtleford!
Hurray! My own clothesline.
Right, off to do some exploring.
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