Short-form writing with a long-winded hand.
Ask anyone and they would tell you that cities like Rome, Florence, and Venice are, hands down, bucket list items. You gotta see the canals! The Sistine Chapel! The statue of David! they would echo like that nasally woman in Seinfeld ("You gotta see the baby!") For me, it's Naples.
At the absolute end of Atrani lies your very own secret garden, if you're up to the challenge.
American Food & Drink is one of the many quirky shops you'll find in Salerno's old quarters.
Adriatic waters calmly splash against the ritzy yachts in the harbor. Preteens scheme in the plaza, wreaking havoc outside an ongoing mass, "bicicletas!" at their hips. A chorus line of soaring palm trees separates the new town from the old. Impregnable stone walls as ancient as dirt protect the cathedral of San Nicola from the revelers convening at bar-hop row. Old women use their thumbprints to meticulously form individual orecchiette, lay them out to dry on folding tables outside their homes.
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