Napoli to Ischia: Gritty Gritty, Tango Tango
Tramping along the city streets I was perhaps beginning to see why Napoli wasn’t claimed by a majority of Italians. A different flavor peppered the air. A musk, one which took me back to stale streets of southeast Asia. This city had a grunge to it. Gritty, you could say. Continue reading Napoli to Ischia: Gritty Gritty, Tango Tango
