Some places are extremely powerful. They urge me to grab a pen and a paper, start a sentence without any idea of its ending and just write, write and write more. Why, you may ask? As I’m sitting now, I’m trying to figure it out. I guess what they all have in common is an energy I feel very strongly about. Naples is no exception. It’s simply one of these places that you either love or hate, sometimes for the exact same reasons.
Let’s just start by stating that Naples is not an easy place to fall in love with - quite the opposite actually. Naples doesn’t just sit there, waiting for locals and tourists to venture through its streets, eating whatever their eyes spot first, feasting on art, architecture and pizza altogether. It’s often compared to Marseille, another southern city. And that’s because, whilst on a stroll, you’ll probably find yourself in the middle of cars racing through the narrow streets, a constant horns soundtrack playing from dawn to dusk. A city where pollution and fried food volutes come together, sometimes covered by a gentle sea breeze. It’s a place where dust and light chase each other, grandiose palazzos and traditional neighbourhoods. One can feel really drained from Naples, yet it’s reviving in any possible way. I’ve come to realise why I loved this city and it has to do with the fact that Naples is not trying to be anything other than itself. It’s not finding excuses, it’s not trying to look more standard, more global, more Instagrammy. It’s a city that doesn’t compromise and that’s a good enough a reason to go… And to love it as much as I did, maybe. This and tons of delicious food listed on the mini food guide below: