When the moon hits your eye..

Amore.

I loved Naples! The Spanish district was fabulous. Immense vaulted galleries and crumbliness, laundry hanging, Vespas, shouting and rumbling, smells, ridiculous bag and shoe shops, immaculate tiny bakeries next to mechanic's workshops, all life bare and brazen, the National archaeological museum so full of stuff I had to say to the boys, " Just try and absorb it!"

Then the afternoon was for Herculaneum. It was full of the most wonderful past lives; a few gruesome details like burnt bones and wood, but a real sense of life as it was at that moment that Vesuvius blew. Moving is not the word. There isn't one.

Great coffee