I loved this book and its collection of carefully told memories. If you know Naples, or are curious about the city, this is an easy, fascinating read – a surprisingly gentle ride around a family and a city scarred by war.
We visited this little lodge last August, towards the end of our two years near Naples, Italy. It was evening when we arrived. The heat had gone, the light bounced off the lake, and wedding parties posed on the bridge.
If I had the money to save a building of all those that I have seen this is the one that I would save.
We saw it for the first time this summer – small, elegant, corroded and propped up; its perfect proportions reflected in the blue green lake as the sun went down.
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The next stage of our journey is from Castellabate to Roccagloriosa in the south of Cilento.
We follow an autostrada that dives through the wilderness in long strides, with off-piste loops for roadworks. The further we travel the more unspoilt the valleys to either side. Signs, baked by the summer heat, warn us about ice.
A weekend in July, too hot to sit still … but … where to go? The north is too far and the south too scorched, so we settle on next door – Cilento.
Can’t claim brilliant local knowledge for the choice, rather over-indulgence … too many viewings of Benvenuti al Sud.
Naples, scarred and sublime, is now in a fight against defamation. One of its latest battles is online.
This city of secrets has eyes everywhere … now they are wanted in the digital world.
I sat down to retouch this piece, change its style slightly, and … there I was, back under the umbrella. It was like remote sunshine therapy with a big YouTube smile at the end. I hope it does the same for you.
It’s mid-week and warm. We’re in a fishing village, between a sea-blue sky and its beach below, with hardly a tourist in sight.
The name of the small town is Cetara, on the Amalfi Coast.
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There is warmth and new green in the south this weekend. The trees are fresh-leafed, there are bluebells in the woods, and there’s blossom on the verges … it’s beautiful.
And, of course, there are chocolate eggs … but not like in Naples, Italy.