Coming into Naples

Coming into Naples, an incredible snarl of traffic. This is take-no-prisoners driving, and really kind of fun to watch in a madcap way. Particularly since it wasn’t me driving.

Bay of Naples © Harold Davis

Bay of Naples © Harold Davis

We were met at the train station by Fabio, our unflappable driver, and Lavinia, our wonderful guide. They drove us to the heights above Naples to photograph the great Bay of Naples as the sun was setting (you can see Vesuvius the volcano in the photo).

Naples is a fascinating, noisy, incredible, and underrated city. It is the most densely populated city in Europe. There are some wild and wonderful things to photograph near our hotel, which is located in the heart of the old city. I am glad to be getting to know Naples a bit, but think it would take much time to really understand this city.

This entry was posted in Italy, Landscape, Photography.

3 Comments

  1. Mauro November 4, 2015 at 9:01 am #

    Haha! You won’t understand Napoli even if you”ll stay there for 100 years. At least you can survive at Napoli.
    The only way to understand Napoli is to be a Napolitain.
    😉

  2. Harold Davis November 4, 2015 at 7:02 pm #

    Mauro, I completely believe what you have written. The thing I wasn’t expecting was how fun and happy some aspects of the city are, despite its urban troubles. When you read Elena Ferrente (for example) you expect it to be unrelentingly grim.

  3. Mauro November 6, 2015 at 12:24 pm #

    I see what you mean, Harold. I remember I read the first novel by her: “L’amore molesto” (“the troubling love”,in english). She presents a Naples that can probably be seen just if you live deeply the reality of the town. For tourists the amusing and crazy aspects are the only visible, and it is better that way.

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