Ar­riv­ing in Naples makes me giddy

The Irish Mail on Sunday - - COMMENT -

Sor­rento. I do not want to re­tire there but I get in­ex­pli­ca­bly happy, even giddy, when the plane I am on touches down at Naples air­port.

And Ro­man em­per­ors such as Nero, Cae­sar Au­gus­tus, et al, hol­i­dayed here, so it was a hot hol­i­day des­ti­na­tion for more than 2,000 years be­fore I dis­cov­ered it. hu­mour, the kind­ness and hos­pi­tal­ity of in­no­va­tive peo­ple who have to get by on very lit­tle.

And there is the food: bet­ter than France, of­ten with more noise but al­ways with less pomp and histri­on­ics.

I try to visit Italy at least once ev­ery year: oc­ca­sion­ally to Rome for a city break but I am al­ways drawn back to the south and ex­plained that she has never had any trou­ble in Naples ‘but my purse was stolen on a re­cent visit to Lon­don’, she said. ‘I told a po­lice­man on my re­turn to Naples. He said, “It was prob­a­bly stolen by a Neapoli­tan thief in Lon­don for his hol­i­days.”’

I love Italy for many of the same rea­sons as Lind­sey – the self-dep­re­cat­ing LIND­SEY No­ble, the Topflight rep for the dozen or more years I have been com­ing back to Sor­rento, ex­plained to me last week why she loves Italy so much. And when she says Italy, she means Naples and south­ern Italy, where all the most grisly Mafia scare sto­ries be­gin.

Lind­sey, who has made her home there for 38 years,

vista: Naples and Mount Ve­su­vius at dawn

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