La messa è finita, andate in pace.

Spending ”a few hours” in a city can present the most cherished moments. Walking on Spaccanapoli, one of the oldest streets in Naples, on a sunny Sunday morning I would suppose is lovely during any season.

The masses were being finished when we entered Santa Chiara and Il Gesù Nuovo after climbing narrow alleys from around Corso Umberto. A group of priests hurried by in the New Jesus, one of them, the youngest, wearing jeans and sneakers under his robe.

Confessions were taking place left and right, the sinners sitting outside the booths, priest inside.

We bought wild strawberry eclairs at Scaturchio on Piazza San Domenico Maggiore before checking out from the hotel to finally take the boat to Capri.

Just reading those words makes my day: Piazza San Domenico Maggiore.

Hotel Nobody

Naples train station and the Piazza Garibaldi have bad reputations for ripping off and mugging tourists. I wouldn't recommend anyone inclined to listen to warnings about the dangers of this city to arrive by train on a Saturday night. It is a l i t t l e bit scary (I could hardly breathe), but we made it safely to the dark alley of Hotel Nessuno, sorry Nettuno.

Yes, we even tipped the cab driver in spite of his overcharging. ”Thank you so much for not stabbing us” I wanted so say in Italian, but I need to brush up the language better first.