"You know how you throw your jacket on the chair at the end of the day… like that, only instead of a chair it’s a pile of garbage, and instead of a jacket it’s a pile of garbage, and instead of the end of the day it's the end of time and garbage is all that has survived."
Yup, that pretty much sums up Naples.
On to the coast...
Well, I was going to write a lot about the coast but I don't think I can do it justice, so instead, photos-and lots of 'em!
This was the view from our hotel room. It reminded me of Spain so much it hurt.
The foggy weather was beautiful, not even a little depressing. It set a good mood for the area; nearby is supposedly where Ulysses sailed by the sirens-very mythical.
Oh, we also toured a pasta factory. Never fear, those are not my hands holding all that gluten. Gross.
Because it's not fast food. No really, that's it. The slow food movement was founded in response to the McDonalds put in at the bottom of the Spanish Steps. They are preserving the integrity of food-and my god are they doing it right.
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