Every time I see a photo of Italy, Greece or Portugal they always look so familiar.
There’s an atmosphere that makes me feel like they are in my own country even though they aren’t.
👍🏻👍🏻
I love this city, my dads side of the family originates from Naples with my paternal great grandparents being part of the thousands of Neapolitans who migrated to Bedford, UK back in the 50’s – although they came from Italy to Bedford their children, my grandparents, left Bedford for the Little Italy area of Innerwest London so I was born and raised in London it’s just my Neapolitan side came via Italian migration to Bedford.
Lovely view!
I remember the first time when I visited Napoli with my wife, many years ago, during the garbagemen strike. There was literally a mountain of trash near a big statue downtown. There were some poor black men who must have been African refugees, digging in that pile of trash, and selling or trying to sell on a side any item of value they came accross, such as shoes, books, or any electrical devices, either working or broken. We were shocked… There was garbage lying everywhere. People were exiting the Loius Vuitton store and going straight in a pile of cardboard, papers, and plastic bags, simply lying in the street. It seemed like an image from a dystopian movie.
All those beautiful hystorical buildings with piles of trash in their front yards…
Those “romantic” alleys with clothes hanging on wires seemed to us like gipsy slums from the suburbian Bucharest, our hometown, and this only amplified our sensation of insecurity, because nobody ever visits that part of Bucharest, while here, westeners from cruise ships were strolling and taking pictures, amazed of how “romantic” it all looked.
My wife was convinced that there was a doubious looking man following us accross town and the groups of tatooed men with chains around their necks, just laying in front of shops, didn’t help calming our anxiety neither.
Definitely it was the most insecure place we ever visited, or the place where we felt the most insecure from all the places we ever visited. We visited Rome many times and probably will go there again, but Naples… probably not.
I’ve never been there but really want to go. Does the city still have a seedy reputation?
looking at the comments and how someone from either Greece, Croatia, portugal and of course Italy plus other European countries I love seeing these pictures photos but they certainly dont remind me of home (not in a bad way i sometime wish they did) it just shows me how divided we are on this smallish country of England.
Naples – the Marseille of Italy, or the Genoa of southern Italy?
Una notte a Napoli, con la luna ed il mare, ho incontrato un angelo, che non poteva più volar
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Every time I see a photo of Italy, Greece or Portugal they always look so familiar.
There’s an atmosphere that makes me feel like they are in my own country even though they aren’t.
👍🏻👍🏻
I love this city, my dads side of the family originates from Naples with my paternal great grandparents being part of the thousands of Neapolitans who migrated to Bedford, UK back in the 50’s – although they came from Italy to Bedford their children, my grandparents, left Bedford for the Little Italy area of Innerwest London so I was born and raised in London it’s just my Neapolitan side came via Italian migration to Bedford.
Lovely view!
I remember the first time when I visited Napoli with my wife, many years ago, during the garbagemen strike. There was literally a mountain of trash near a big statue downtown. There were some poor black men who must have been African refugees, digging in that pile of trash, and selling or trying to sell on a side any item of value they came accross, such as shoes, books, or any electrical devices, either working or broken. We were shocked… There was garbage lying everywhere. People were exiting the Loius Vuitton store and going straight in a pile of cardboard, papers, and plastic bags, simply lying in the street. It seemed like an image from a dystopian movie.
All those beautiful hystorical buildings with piles of trash in their front yards…
Those “romantic” alleys with clothes hanging on wires seemed to us like gipsy slums from the suburbian Bucharest, our hometown, and this only amplified our sensation of insecurity, because nobody ever visits that part of Bucharest, while here, westeners from cruise ships were strolling and taking pictures, amazed of how “romantic” it all looked.
My wife was convinced that there was a doubious looking man following us accross town and the groups of tatooed men with chains around their necks, just laying in front of shops, didn’t help calming our anxiety neither.
Definitely it was the most insecure place we ever visited, or the place where we felt the most insecure from all the places we ever visited. We visited Rome many times and probably will go there again, but Naples… probably not.
I’ve never been there but really want to go. Does the city still have a seedy reputation?
looking at the comments and how someone from either Greece, Croatia, portugal and of course Italy plus other European countries I love seeing these pictures photos but they certainly dont remind me of home (not in a bad way i sometime wish they did) it just shows me how divided we are on this smallish country of England.
Naples – the Marseille of Italy, or the Genoa of southern Italy?
Una notte a Napoli, con la luna ed il mare, ho incontrato un angelo, che non poteva più volar