There is nowhere more theatrical than Naples, a city in which everyday transactions become minor performances and traffic jams give rise to cars and scooters concerts. Neapolitans often wear their hearts on their sleeves, and the streets and squares are a stage on which to play out quotidians dramas.
Indeed, nowhere else in Italy are the people so conscious of their role in the theatre of everyday life and so addicted to its intensity.
Personally, I was overwhelmed by the Neapolitan energy vortex that I did not expect to be so piercing.
The line that divides the boundary between reality and tragicomic comedy is so thin that sometimes you don’t quite understand which of the worlds you are in.
Surely, it’s a city to live in all its uses and customs rather than to visit as a simple passing tourist.
