Naples is dangerous. Naples is dirty. Naples is crazy.
During my solo trip at the beginning of June, I experienced
that only one of these things is really true, that is, that Naples is indeed, mad
as a frikkin march hare.
Christmas tinsel lines the streets year-round,
families of ten race the streets on mopeds, and people don’t text to meet up
their friends.
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Group by the water |
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Mopeds and red lipstick |
A typical night in Naples will most likely end with 20 new
contacts in your phone, olive oil down your shirt, and the sound of fire-works ringing
in your ears. Over a one-euro drink at the nutty and always full Cammarota Spritz,
a table of Neapolitans explained to me that the party will always come to you.You just have to stay open.Directly after that statement, our neighbors then proceeded to pull duct-taped bongos out of their backpacks, cry joyously into the abyss, and
inspire a street-wide conga line.
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Cammarota Spritz in the Latin Quarters. Yes, that guy has a trumpet. |
After drinks at the Cammarota, I followed the sound of the
drunken chorus to the eatery just a stumble away, Trattoria da Nennella, where
another party brewed alongside spaghetti with seafood and fried ricotta balls.
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5 euro seafood and hand-made spaghetti |
You can look forward to neighborhood parades, bustling markets,
and shameless afternoon cocktails during the day. For an especially cool
atmosphere, I headed to Keste bar in the university neighborhood. As Naples is
structure-averse, I followed my gut instincts and walked to the most elevated point I could find without relying on google maps.
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Fish Market |
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Keste, full of curly-headed university kids and hand painted tables |
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Capisce a me?!? |
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Casual neighborhood religious parade |
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Tinsel |
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Open air book market |
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Peaceful moment |
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