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