(Apr14) This is just like
Bingo Night at St. Mary’s except it’s for a
good cause! The Polish monks who run the church of
Santa Maria del Pozzo di Somma Vesuviana (photo,
right), near Naples, held a raffle to raise 70,000
euros so they can at least start on the
restoration of the church, a historic gem that
dates back to 1510 (and even that was built on an
earlier Angevin house of worship). One of the
monks was a bit apologetic about trying to sell
8,000 tickets to the faithful, one of whom will
win a car. That's gambling! "Times are tough," he
said.
(Apr16) Brandi
is the best-known restaurant/pizzeria in
Naples. It has sat just off of via Chiaia for 300
years, when it was called Pietro...e basta
così. Its major claim to fame is as the
inventor of the Pizza Margherita, the genial idea
of one pizza chef named Raffaele Esposito, who in
1889 sent a pizza to Queen Margherita (shown,
queen consort of Umberto I, king of Italy) at the
royal palace, 200 yards away). (What was he
supposed to say? “Sorry, your majesty. We
don’t deliver.”) That pizza is now
well-known for the red, white and green trimmings
of the (then) new Italian flag. The restaurant is
decorated with photos of the fat & famous,
throwing back enormous three-hour multi-course
Italian meals. They may have started with pizza as
an appetizer, but they then wound their way
through pasta, fish or meat, cheese, dessert and
resuscitation heart paddles. The photos and
nostalgic decor will no doubt remain, but all you
will now be able to order up is pizza —and, ok,
maybe a few pizza side orders such as insalata
caprese. The owner claims that this has
nothing to do with economic difficulties. It’s
what people want, he says. The establishment is in
the center of Tourist Naples, and when the
Japanese, Americans, and ten-foot-tall
blue-skinned Na’vi tourists show up this summer,
all they’ll be able to get is pizza. Not just
Margherita, mind you. There’ll be a lot of
choices.[see this update]
(May 5) I’ll take one of
those...and one of those...and...
It's early May and the isle of Capri is awash with
wealthy house hunters. There are, in fact, 30
exclusive villas for sale on Capri. There’s a nice
little number down by the Faraglioni: two level
home, three bedrooms, terrace, two baths, studio,
kitchen, all for the low, low price of €4,950,000
(that’s just so you don’t scream “FIVE MILLION
EUROS!?”) At the other end of the list, we have
the famous Villa Castiglione (photo, right); it’s
on a hill at 250 meters above sea-level, built on
the ruins of one of Tiberius 12 imperial
residences, and has never been subdivided into
apartments. You get the whole thing. It’s
spectacular. The current owner wants out. It’s
yours for €35,000,000. Don’t try to bargain with
them. If you can’t meet that price, they’ll find
someone who can. Easily.
(June 10) Yesterday was Italian
Navy Day, and it was celebrated for the
first time in five years in the Bay of Naples. The
centerpiece was the presence of the "tall ship,"
the Amerigo
Vespucci, a training vessel built
on the design of large, late-18th-century ships of
the line. The vessel is a full-rigged three-master
with an overall length of 101 meters (331 ft)
including the bowsprit. The ship was built in
nearby Castellammare and launched in 1931. It is
one of many sailing vessels used to train young
seamen in navies throughout the world. In the
summer months, the compliment of 223 officers and
men is augmented by 140 first-year students from
the Italian Naval Academy in Livorno. The Amerigo Vespucci
was meticulously overhauled in 2006. (Also
see Boats of the Bay.)
(Also see this entry on
the ill-fated sister-ship, the Cristofero Colombo.) Both vessels were modeled on the
old Bourbon flagship, the Monarch
(see this link).
(June 19) The Vuvuzela —that
delightful African monotone plastic bugle that is
ruining the World Cup matches for the unrabid— is
now selling on the streets of Naples as Italy
gears up for it's second game in the round-robin
prelims. The Neapolitan version is shorter and,
thus, higher-pitched and, thus, more irritating.
Now you can stand out on the balcony, wave the
flag, and go nuts. It's a good thing that rabid
sports fans have short attention spans. Maybe four
years from now, it'll be something else. I favor
the hula hoop. (related
item here)