Naples at night
I went through a phase many years ago where I thought the "at night" postcards were hilarious. I sent them to lots of people. What can I say, I was a teenager. (Not that I don't still go through stupid phases.)
Still sleeping in Ch's living room. My bed faces a door that is basically next to the terrace. So it faces out over a part of the city, and I can hear some of the life of the city at night.
Sometimes it's terrifying. I've heard many car crashes, which, if you've seen the way Italians drive, makes perfect sense. One night I heard a curious and possibly related series of events: a dog barking like s/he meant it; a loud crash/bang/shot; the squeal of tires. Another time I heard another dog barking in heartbreaking distress, a bark that turned into a howl and back into a bark. Sometimes it's just conversation, or maybe fireworks.
It's far too warm here to sleep with the door closed. So I continue to hear the chaotic rumblings of Naples after dark. It's a strange feelingI'm simultaneously part of the city and also above it. Listening and wondering, with no resolution to come.
Still sleeping in Ch's living room. My bed faces a door that is basically next to the terrace. So it faces out over a part of the city, and I can hear some of the life of the city at night.
Sometimes it's terrifying. I've heard many car crashes, which, if you've seen the way Italians drive, makes perfect sense. One night I heard a curious and possibly related series of events: a dog barking like s/he meant it; a loud crash/bang/shot; the squeal of tires. Another time I heard another dog barking in heartbreaking distress, a bark that turned into a howl and back into a bark. Sometimes it's just conversation, or maybe fireworks.
It's far too warm here to sleep with the door closed. So I continue to hear the chaotic rumblings of Naples after dark. It's a strange feelingI'm simultaneously part of the city and also above it. Listening and wondering, with no resolution to come.