It's a Wrap, Naples.

Day Three's the day we saw a statue called "Veiled Christ" in another church. We then separated to shop, shoot and sketch, and meet at 3 to go get the train.

"Veiled Christ" was amazing, but no pictures allowed. Here's one from the web. Photo credit to http://www.italianways.com/  It was really amazing how the veil looked almost transparent.


 


From here, we walked back to our area so that when Fred went off to sketch, and I to shop, we would be close to our hotel where our luggage was stashed.  I had my book and camera on me, but not my laptop. Naples is too dangerous (petty-theft-wise) for me to risk losing that. I did, however, bring it to Naples—just left it in the suitcase.

For some reason, tripe is displayed behind glass with water dripping down all over it. I'm sneering sitting here in this cafe just thinking about it.. YUCK.

Another one.

Yeah, that's gotta be safe.

The only guy on a bike who could actually get cited for going too slow.

LOTS of fish markets on my walk. 

Sardines.

Often, the fish are posed like this.

This sign says "Top Fish"—the name of the store—and shows ice cream! Yum!

What's a shrine without motorcycles?

Two days in a row we saw huge crowds gathered here at Sorbillo's. A pizza joint. We determined from the posters of a chef on TV that he was a celebrity chef with a TV show, like Anthony Bourdain or Andrew Zimmern. But no. He's only on TV to make appearances because he is known to make the best pizza in Naples. NO way would I wait as long as these folks wait because I had LOTS of good pizza in Naples. The place is not even open yet in this photo.  I've included a link to an article about him, but in a nutshell, people either love him or hate him. He's a great pizza maker, but has had run-ins with the local mafia, and a restaurant fire, and God knows what else.

https://munchies.vice.com/en_us/article/gvm8xb/sicilys-best-pizza-maker-is-loved-and-hated-for-good-reason

About an hour before it was time to meet Fred, I was done shopping and shooting. And hungry. I went off the beaten path by only one block and found this bar with ONLY locals. It was awesome. Hoping for something light, I ordered "toast," which took about 15 minutes and was actually a ham and cheese sandwich. I ate, read my book, and sipped a Spritz till it was time to meet Fred. Why do I never do this at home???

 This is what escalators look like when you're trying to get from the Metro to the central train station.




The ride home was long. Very long. Late trains. Slow trains. But I won't dwell on that.We arrived in Orte at 9:30 and grabbed dinner there. Orte's a bit tough, and the place we'd eaten at and liked before was closed this day. So we found this other place on Trip Advisor. Very unassuming. Sort of in a little strip mall. We were glad we stopped, though. It was unusual, but then most of our experiences here are anything but usual.

La Vecchia Fornace—The Old Furnace. How hungry making! We had the table on the left.

We each apologized for looking like hell. So took pictures of each other to prove who looked worse. 

Clearly, I WON!  He smiled (ironically), which is cheating.