Roman life was in many ways, not dissimilar to my life in Vanouver, (granted we have done away with slaves). Just like any other day, we started at the gym and then to the hot and cold baths for a relaxing soak. We strolled past numerous ancient “take out” restaurants, (This is me at my Pompei Pizza stand) then visited the bakery, checked out
the vegetable market, made a quick visit to the law court, sat in the theatre and finished my day in one of the Brothels decorated with pictures of suggestive positions, (although the uncomfortable stone beds kept the visit short, it didn't deter me from trying to lure the camera woman in for a good time). All in all we walked this massive area for 6 hours and only managed 50% of a site the size of downtown Vancouver.Next day was a different story.... Only 20 minutes by train and also in the shadow of Vesuvius, we made our way to Naples. The pace of this vibrant, noisy and gritty town resembles an older, poorer version of New York.
A morning wandering the museums conjured an appetite, and Naples being the home of Pizza, we figured we should research the best and most authentic Neapolitan Pizza available. Our quest took us past vendors pawning fake cameras and laptops, dodging cars that have no regard for rules, exploring back streets where we were eyed off by the mafia, down alley`s lined with ven
dors of large, complex and tacky nativity scenes, (mossy hillsides, minature buildings with motorized characters, running water and electric lights) and then, just as we were about to give up..... we found our destination, a tiny place on a back street where the buildings seem to be relying on a web of clothes lines to avoid collapse.
dors of large, complex and tacky nativity scenes, (mossy hillsides, minature buildings with motorized characters, running water and electric lights) and then, just as we were about to give up..... we found our destination, a tiny place on a back street where the buildings seem to be relying on a web of clothes lines to avoid collapse. The pizza? Well frankly, it was not that great, but not to worry.... with another couple of weeks in Italy, and not much else on the menus, we had more than enough chances to find good pizza.
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ahhh naples. wish i could have seen it. (kn & cp, keep your wisecracks & snickering to yourselves.) your slave comment reminded me of a sign i noticed during my wanderings in florence:
"Some people believe having a rabbit's foot in your pocket, owning a four-leafed clover or finding a penny on the street brings good luck. Before it was understood exactly what made a building stand up - especially large stone buildings - it was common to throw something into the foundations to ensure the building kept standing. In the Renaissance this could be a coin or a pebble - a vast improvement on the pagan practice of throwing a live slave or a child into the foundations as a sacrifice to the gods."
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