Spaccanapoli

When I think of Napoli, a fabulous moment rushes back: The first visit, an early spring evening. My sister and I had dropped our bags at our B&B, wandered to the Duomo. The via was quiet…then gradually amorous couples emerged walking arm in arm, elderly signoras strutted past us, a glarmous gal on a vespa with long gleaming black hair whizzed by, ragazzi in t-shirts, mammas with strollers, there were shouts and waves all around, arms flying through the air. Suddenly we were in a crowd of look-a-likes of our relatives and neighbors from our Jersey shore childhood! We walked along in awe. As I’m dark haired and petite, with looks inheritedRead More →