A look back (first published 14 April 2015): it turned out that Django loved the beach on winter walks when dogs were welcome. Then it was often just us, occasional strays, the fishermen and the horses in training for the trotting races.
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In the summer of 2014 we arrived in our new home on the outskirts of Naples. We left this autumn. Two years in total, two years in which we were privileged to see places many Neapolitans themselves never get the chance to visit. Some of the sights we saw were outside the city but many were squeezed into its narrow streets.
This post, mainly of photographs, is a glance at the context, at some of the neighbourhoods and corners, that frame a few of those places that were in Naples itself.
First impressions stick in the mind like chewing-gum. It doesn’t matter how the impression is made – through direct experience or second-hand – the more startling the impression the more sticky the fix.
In August we moved to the south of Italy, just outside the historic city of Naples with its reputation for crime, corruption, trouble with rubbish, and the small matter of the Camorra.
The pre-departure reading had been interesting in a disturbing kind of way but what really stuck was a brief headline deposited in the spring in amongst London’s daily serving of global news – Naples was about to start the DNA testing of dog mess.