Perhaps the most notorious exhibit at this 
              museum is known as the Gabinetto 
              Segreto, or “Secret Cabinet.” Until 2000, 
              this part of the museum was strictly off-limits to the general public, 
              and one needed to obtain special permission to view it. This is 
              because it houses what is probably the most extensive collection 
              of ancient pornographic sculpture and paintings in Europe, or even 
              the world. Among its over 250 pieces, most of which were taken from 
              the ruins of Pompeii, are numerous paintings depicting various sexual 
              acts, once believed to grace the walls of the town’s many 
              brothels and baths. Some archaeologists believe that these paintings 
              were intended to advertise to potential customers the different 
              specialties of the prostitutes working there, while others think 
              their purpose was only decorative. Whatever the case, they certainly 
              leave little to the imagination. There are also many small statues 
              of men with outsized phalluses, believed to serve as good luck or 
              fertility charms in the ancient world. One of the most remarkable 
              of them is a depiction of the satyr Pan, engaged in a highly unnatural 
              act with a nanny goat.
            The secret cabinet is certainly not for the 
              prudish or faint-hearted, and families visiting with small children 
              should probably avoid it. But for those interested in the social 
              life of the ancient Romans, it offers a unique glimpse into the 
              customs and practices of people in times past. The scenes depicted 
              there, such as the impossibly well-endowed statues, are probably 
              likely to arouse more laughter than lust. However, the Catholic 
              Church, a once-powerful force in Naples and throughout southern 
              Italy, insisted for years that the secret cabinet be restricted 
              to serious researchers only. But in 2000, the museum’s governing 
              body finally decided to open it to the general public, despite strong 
              protests from the local bishop. A year later, a series of very explicit 
              frescoes, discovered in the ruins of a Pompeii bathhouse in the 
              1950s, were put on display for the first time. One of them depicts 
              what is believed to be the only lesbian sex scene from the ancient 
              world.
            The surprises of the secret cabinet certainly 
              added another level of experience to what we had imagined would 
              be a fairly serious visit to this world-renowned archaeological 
              museum and its many priceless treasures. But after exhausting ourselves 
              trying to take in the museum's many delights, we needed something 
              to revive us. In Naples, that kind of pick-me-up can only mean one 
              thing — coffee. For those who love espresso, cappuccino, and 
              café latte, Italy is almost a pilgrimage destination. But 
              anyone who really appreciates fine coffee knows that the country’s 
              very best is to be sampled in Naples. It is practically impossible 
              to be served an inferior cup in the whole city, and even the smallest, 
              most unprepossessing local cafés can turn out a truly outstanding 
              brew. Very close to our hotel was one of these neighbourhood spots, 
              where we frequently attracted a great deal of curious but friendly 
              attention on our daily visits there for a coffee and a “cornetto,” 
              the delicious Italian version of the French croissant. I am fairly 
              sure that we were among the very few tourists who took their “prima 
              collazione,” or breakfast, at this local café, where 
              the locals conversed in dialect and all seemed to know each other 
              very well.
            One day, when I asked the man behind the 
              counter whether it was true that Naples produced the best cups of 
              coffee in Italy, he looked at me as if my question hardly even needed 
              an answer. And when I continued to ask why this was the case, he 
              explained that it was a combination of three things: materia, 
              macchina, and mano. By this he meant the coffee 
              itself, the quality of the espresso machine, and, most importantly, 
              the manual pressure that the operator exerted on the handles that 
              release the steam. In Naples, hardly any self-respecting café 
              owner would purchase the new kind of espresso machines one can frequently 
              see in the neighbourhood Starbucks, operated with buttons. The ancient 
              50s-era Gaggias and Faemas that are becoming rare in North American 
              coffeehouses continue to serve up the best Naples has to offer. 
              Sipping a cup of espresso or cappuccino in a small coffee bar, in 
              the company of Neapolitan connoisseurs is a memorable, and rich 
              experience, and a good break during an energetic day of sightseeing.
            The historic centre of Naples, known to the 
              locals as “Spaccanapoli,” is situated on the site of 
              the earliest Greek part of the town, originally known as “Neapolis,” 
              or “new city” after settlers from mainland Greece colonized 
              it in the fifth century BC. It has been officially declared a UNESCO 
              World Heritage Site, and there is nothing contrived or reconstructed 
              about it; it is a crowded, bustling neighbourhood with its own character. 
              Entire families perched precariously on Vespas roar through the 
              narrow streets, oblivious to the shopkeepers who have set up their 
              stalls right next to them. There are no sidewalks to speak of, and 
              the street life spills out from the small stores right into the 
              main thoroughfares, making walking about a real adventure. Especially 
              in the rainy weather we encountered in Naples, it was necessary 
              to keep a firm footing on the slippery slabs made of dark volcanic 
              stone that are used to pave these narrow streets.
            The nearest main street to our hotel was 
              the Via dei Tribunali, originally the Roman decumanus maior, 
              or main road. Along it are to be found many of Naples’ breathtaking 
              churches, dating from different historical periods. Admission to 
              all of them is free, which is frequently not the case northern Italy. 
              On Piazza Gaetano, where the Roman forum once stood, is the imposing 
              Chiesa di San Paolo Maggiore (Church of St. Paul the Great), a masterpiece 
              of Baroque architecture with an impressive double staircase at its 
              entrance and many important paintings by 17th-century Italian masters 
              inside. This church stands on the site of an ancient pagan temple, 
              of which two columns are still visible. It dates originally from 
              the ninthcentury, but was completely rebuilt in the 1500s, making 
              it a jewel of the Baroque style. On one side of the church is the 
              entrance to “Napoli Sotterranea” (Subterranean Naples), 
              one of the city’s most fascinating places to visit. Here it 
              is possible to descend literally into the underground of the city, 
              to discover and experience the deepest, most hidden ancient levels 
              of the city’s earliest settlement.
            The trip underground takes the visitor through 
              many different periods of Naples’ colourful and dramatic history, 
              from ancient Greek times to the Second World War. Originally a stone 
              quarry, from which the Greeks extracted volcanic tufa stone blocks 
              to build their walls and temples, the underground tunnels and passageways 
              also served through the centuries as a cemetery, water cistern, 
              sewer, and bomb shelter. With the aid of candles, one can see ancient 
              graffiti scrawled on the walls, many dripping with moisture. In 
              Roman times, an ambitious underground aqueduct was excavated, linking 
              the city to fresh water sources in the hills hundreds of kilometers 
              away. This was to serve as Naples’ main water source until 
              1884, when it was closed following an outbreak of cholera. Neapolitans 
              had also used the underground caverns as a convenient, but seriously 
              unsanitary place for disposing of their garbage and sewage.
            During the last years of the Second World 
              War, as Naples was subjected to massive aerial bombardments from 
              both German and Allied aircraft, many citizens took shelter underground. 
              It is still possible to see political graffiti, reflecting both 
              pro-and anti-Mussolini sentiments, written on the walls where anxious 
              Neapolitans once sheltered from the bombs exploding overhead. Probably 
              the high point of the underground tour, however, comes at the end, 
              when the guide took us literally into a very humble Neapolitan “basso,” 
              a humble home that one enters from street level, with one floor 
              beneath. After opening a trap door, we were taken down a dark, narrow 
              staircase and to our amazement found ourselves standing inside a 
              Graeco-Roman theatre. 
            It seems that the owner of the house came 
              across this remarkable archaeological find quite by accident, while 
              digging out a basement-level wine storage area. For years he kept 
              his discovery a secret, knowing that if the government found out, 
              he and his family would be forced to move from the premises. Upon 
              realizing that he had a potential tourist gold mine literally underneath 
              his home, he offered private tours to interested visitors and pocketed 
              the proceeds until finally local authorities learned of the theatre’s 
              existence. 
            Now it is possible to stand on a stage where 
              the Emperor Nero, the “Elvis” of the ancient world, 
              once sang and danced, imagining the reactions of the audience seated 
              in the semi-circular amphitheatre nearby. Apparently even an earthquake 
              did not stop Nero from performing, for according to an eyewitness 
              account from the time, “Nero made his theatrical debut in 
              Naples and while he sang the ground began to shake. Nero continued 
              to sing during the earthquake and, at the end of the show, thanked 
              both the audience and the gods for their applause.”
            Subterranean Naples is one of the city’s 
              unique sites, and should definitely not be missed. As part of its 
              promotion, it quotes an enthusiastic endorsement from a recent visitor 
              to Naples whose presence can still be felt in many parts of the 
              city — U.S. President Bill Clinton. Clinton was in Naples 
              in 1994 for a meeting of the G7 world leaders. That summit came 
              just as Naples was finally beginning to turn a page following decades 
              of rampant crime, urban decay, economic distress, and governmental 
              corruption and neglect. One year before the summit, a reforming 
              mayor, Antonio Bassolino, had been swept into office on a platform 
              that called for a crackdown on organized crime and massive new investments 
              in urban infrastructure and renewal. Bassolino’s enlightened 
              municipal administration is widely credited with restoring Naples’ 
              image as a city of art and culture, and a potentially interesting 
              place for tourists to visit, as well as making it far more livable 
              for the Neapolitans themselves.
            During his two terms in office, Bassolino 
              made the city a safer, cleaner, and far more pleasant place for 
              both residents and visitors. He turned the massive Piazza del Plebiscito, 
              once a Camorra-run used car lot, into a magnificent pedestrian space 
              fronting the Palazzo Reale and the Teatro San Carlo. The city’s 
              ailing public transit system was revitalized, an ambitious summer 
              arts and music festival was inaugurated, and the city’s spectacular 
              churches, many of which were crumbling after years of neglect, were 
              lovingly restored to their former glory. Hosting the G7 summit was 
              a feather in Bassolino’s cap, and did much to improve the 
              image of his city in Italy and the world. He and Clinton discovered 
              that they were both political and personal soul mates, and the two 
              politicians toured the city’s many appealing attractions with 
              gusto. After completing two successful terms in office, Bassolino 
              was promoted to the presidency of the Campania 
              region of Italy, and it was left to his successor in the mayor’s 
              chair, Rosa Russo Jervolino, the first woman to hold the office, 
              to continue with his reform agenda.
            Clinton especially loved the vera pizza 
              napoletana (authentic Neapolitan pizza) one of the city’s 
              major claims to culinary fame worldwide. His personal endorsement 
              can be seen at more than one of the city’s many outlets for 
              this traditional staple of Neapolitan cuisine. The locals proudly 
              claim that their version of pizza is not only the original one, 
              but that it is also clearly the best. It’s made in wood-burning 
              ovens known as pizzaiole, and served with a thick crust, 
              unlike the thin-crust variety found in northern Italy. Those used 
              to the extensive variety of toppings common in North America might 
              be surprised to find that when they order pizza in Naples the choices 
              are far more limited. However the chewy texture and delicious taste 
              more than compensate for the restricted choice. Legend has it that 
              the most popular form of pizza, the margherita, made with 
              mozzarella cheese, tomato sauce, and fresh basil, was named in honour 
              of Queen Margherita, who visited the city with her husband King 
              Umberto I in 1889. 
            A local pizza chef, Rafaello Esposito, anxious 
              to impress the royal couple with the loyalty of their new Neapolitan 
              subjects, designed a pizza whose colours would imitate those of 
              the recently adopted Italian flag — red, white, and green. 
              Probably the best pizza on offer in Naples can be found in small 
              pizzerias that display the vera pizza napoletana label 
              on their store windows. One of the most famous is Da 
              Michele, a small pizzeria not far from the Piazza Garibaldi 
              that has been turning out its pies since 1870s. Along with margherita, 
              the only other variety on offer is marinara, with seafood, tomatoes, 
              garlic, and oregano. By the way, true pizza connoisseurs know that 
              the best mozzarella to order on a pizza in Naples is mozzarella 
              de buffala, a cheese made from the milk of Calabrian water 
              buffalo. Accompanied by a cold beer or glass of wine, a Neapolitan 
              pizza makes a filling and delicious meal for either lunch or dinner. 
              One can see why Bill Clinton would have been pleased..
            After devouring a Neapolitan pizza, a walk 
              through the historic central core of the city to some of Naples’ 
              other magnificent attractions is definitely in order. The 
              Duomo, or cathedral, is an easy stroll from Da Michele, 
              and is definitely the most famous and important church in the city. 
              For inside its massive neo-Gothic façade is the 17th-century 
              Baroque chapel named in honour of the city’s patron saint 
              — San Gennaro. It was completed in 1637 to house the skull 
              and bones of the saint, who was martyred at nearby Pozzuoli in 305 
              AD by the Romans. According to tradition, his followers gathered 
              phials of his blood, which miraculously liquefied upon their return 
              to Naples. Three times a year, in May, September, and December, 
              anxious crowds descend on the cathedral to pray for another miracle, 
              that the saint’s blood will liquefy again to preserve Naples 
              from disaster. In 1944, shortly before the last major eruption of 
              nearby Mount Vesuvius, the failure of the miracle caused widespread 
              panic in the city. While skeptics question the veracity of this 
              religious custom, most Neapolitans take it very seriously, even 
              those who may not necessarily be religiously inclined. During the 
              short-lived Parthenopean 
              Republic of 1799, when a radical anti-religious faction 
              aligned with the French revolutionaries briefly held control of 
              the city, the miracle was successfully performed, much to the relief 
              of the officially non-believing Jacobin authorities who attended 
              the ceremony!
            Just up the Via del Duomo is a small church 
              called the Pio Monte della Misericordia. Inside, on permanent display 
              above the main altar, is the single most important painting to be 
              seen in all of Naples. It is called Le 
              sette opere di Misericordia (“the Seven Acts 
              of Mercy”), and is one of the masterpieces of Michelangelo 
              Mersini, better known as Caravaggio, widely considered the greatest 
              Italian Baroque artist. 
            Caravaggio was truly the “bad boy” 
              of his time, living a rough and tumultuous life from 1573 to 1610. 
              Born in northern Italy, he spent much of his creative life in Rome, 
              but had to flee the city after murdering a rival in a quarrel. He 
              ended up in Naples, spending a year in the city, where he perfected 
              the chiaroscuro 
              style, a blending of brilliant light and shadow and 
              the naturalistic technique that seems to bring his subjects to life 
              on canvas. The Seven Acts of Mercy depicts two angels bending down 
              towards a group of shadowy people clad in humble Neapolitan garments. 
              To the right, a young woman offers her exposed breast to a wizened, 
              starving old man with a graybeard. Caravaggio’s other famous 
              painting from his sojourn in Naples, the Flagellazione, 
              depicting the whipping of Christ prior to His Crucifixion, can be 
              seen at the Palazzo Reale di Capodimone, the city’s most important 
              art gallery, housed in a former Bourbon palace to the north of the 
              city.
            As one proceeds west through the old centre 
              of Naples towards the magnificent Piazza del Plebiscito on foot 
              (the only reasonably safe way to explore central Naples), there 
              are at least two other churches that are not to be missed. In the 
              Piazza del Gesu Nuovo are two stunning examples of different architectural 
              styles — the Chiesa del Gesu Nuovo and the Basilica de Santa 
              Chiara. The Gesu Nuovo is a magnificent Renaissance-era church, 
              consecrated in the 16th century. Santa Chiara, for its part, is 
              a Gothic construction, but the most famous feature it boasts are 
              the outdoor cloisters, with their beautifully painted tiles. 
            The walkways dividing the central gardens 
              are lined with over 70 ceramic-tiled columns connected by benches, 
              painted by the Basilica de Santa Chiara in the 18th century in vibrant 
              tones of red, blue, and yellow. The church of Santa Chiara was heavily 
              damaged during the bombardments that occurred during the Second 
              World War, but has been magnificently restored since then. It also 
              houses a fascinating museum of religious life in Naples from the 
              14th century to the present day. Some of the Bourbon rulers of Naples, 
              whose family held sway from 1734 to 1860, are buried in the church’s 
              main chapel. Standing in the centre of the Piazza is a famous guglia, 
              an ornately carved Baroque statue inspired by the Egyptian obelisks, 
              and a feature found only in Naples. It was erected by the Jesuit 
              order in the 18th century, and dedicated to the Madonna.
            One of the principal streets of the old centre 
              of Naples is the Via Benedetto Croce. It is named after a great 
              Italian historian and lifelong Naples resident, who helped organize 
              the “four glorious days” of 1943. This was when the 
              citizens of Naples rose up against their Nazi occupiers, and helped 
              drive them out of the city before the advancing Allied forces arrived 
              to finally liberate it towards the end of the Second World War. 
              At the end of it, is the Via Toledo, the city’s premier shopping 
              and commercial street. Walking south, towards the harbour along 
              this impressive thoroughfare one is transported from the crowded, 
              chaotic life of the old city centre to a more spacious, orderly, 
              and well-designed part of the town. The Piazza del Plebiscito is 
              the largest square in Naples, and within easy reach of it are four 
              important places to see: the Palazzo Reale, the Teatro San Carlo, 
              the Galleria Umberto I, and the Castel Nuovo. 
            But before exploring these fascinating places 
              it might be advisable to stop for another café and a delicious 
              pastry, the Neapolitan delicacy known as the sfogliattella. 
              This is the most famous of the many dolci (sweets) that 
              the city produces. Filled with sweet ricotta cheese and candied 
              fruit, and dusted with cinnamon powder, the sfogliatella 
              is best eaten hot from the oven. And in the opinion of most Neapolitans, 
              the very best place to eat sfogliatelle is in a small bakery 
              at the northern end of the Piazza del Plebiscito. There, a sign 
              outside proudly proclaims, the sfogliatelle are perfumati per 
              il professore (perfumed by the professor). With such an elegant 
              recommendation, it is almost impossible to resist, and stopping 
              at one of these toothsome delicacies requires an immense effort 
              of will.
            The Palazzo Reale is just one of the many 
              royal palaces that can be visited in Naples and the surrounding 
              area. Originally built in 1600, when Naples was still under Spanish 
              rule, it was not completed until 1841. In 1888, statues of eight 
              of Naples’ most important kings were placed on the exterior 
              façade. The palace today houses one of the most important 
              museums in the city, including a rotating reading desk designed 
              for Queen Maria Carolina, the sister of Marie Antoinette and wife 
              of King Ferdinand IV, and a huge 18th-century nativity scene, known 
              as a presepa. Another impressive room was once the private 
              office of Joachim Murat, an officer in Napoleon’s army who 
              served as king of Naples during the French occupation from 1806 
              to 1815. The day we visited, the entrance fee was waived, since 
              it was a United Nations Culture Appreciation Day. This applied to 
              a number of other art galleries and museums throughout the city. 
              However, it proved difficult to take full advantage of that offer, 
              since there was a heavier than usual police presence throughout 
              the city, with many roadblocks and traffic diversions. For once, 
              though, this had nothing to do with local organized criminal activity 
              in Naples. Instead, we later discovered, it was a cautionary response 
              to a proclamation of Al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden condemning 
              the Italian government for its support of the U.S.-led war in Iraq.
            Not far from the Palazzo Reale is the Teatro 
              San Carlo, one of the most famous theatres and opera houses in Europe. 
              It is actually located on the nearby Piazza Trieste e Trento, and 
              predates Milan’s renowned La Scala opera house by over four 
              decades. It was opened in 1737 by King Charles VII, severely damaged 
              by fire in 1816, and rebuilt a few years later by the famous architect 
              Antonio Niccolini. The rich interior glows with red and gold, and 
              the boxes are located on six levels, stretching from the orchestra 
              to the highest balcony seats. A number of major operas and theatrical 
              performances take place here throughout the year, and obtaining 
              a ticket to an event at the San Carlo can be difficult, but certainly 
              worth the effort. The acoustics inside are considered to be perfect. 
              Even if one is not able to take in an actual performance, the guided 
              tours are worth joining.
            Directly opposite the Teatro San Carlo is 
              the imposing steel and glass structure known as the Galleria Umberto 
              I, named in honour of the first king of united Italy. A similar 
              arcade, the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, named after his son, 
              stands in Milan. It is worth a short visit to view its impressive 
              floor, entirely made of marble, and its vaulting steel arches. Despite 
              its name, the Castel Nuovo (New Castle) dates from the 13th century, 
              and is one of the most important in the city. Locals refer to it 
              as the Maschio Angioino, or Angevin Keep, in recognition 
              of the fact that it was built by Charles I of Anjou, a French ruler 
              who ruled Naples and much of southern Italy during the 13th century. 
              It is called the New Castle to distinguish it from the two other 
              major castles in Naples, the Castel dell’Ovo (Egg Castle) 
              and the Castel Capuano, or Capuan Castle, both of which were constructed 
              earlier by the Normans.
            The Castel Nuovo was once home not only to 
              the Angevin rulers of Naples, but also to leading artists and intellectuals, 
              such as the painter Giotto, and the writers Boccaccio and Petrarch. 
              It is now the home of the Museo Civico (Civic Museum), containing 
              a number of major frescoes and sculptures dating from Renaissance 
              times. To reach it, one passes through the magnificent Sala dei 
              Baroni, or Hall of the Barons, where meetings of the Naples city 
              council are now held. This hall is named after the barons who were 
              murdered there in 1486 after a failed plot against the then-ruler 
              of Naples, King Ferdinand of Aragon, husband of Queen Isabella and 
              patron of Christopher Columbus. During the summer, the beautiful 
              castle courtyard is opened for outdoor concerts, some of which are 
              performed by companies from the Teatro San Carlo.
            Closer to the harbour, or Borgo Marinaro, 
              a popular area full of bars and restaurants, is the Castel dell’Ovo, 
              with its unusual name. Local tradition holds that the ancient Roman 
              poet Virgil is supposed to have buried an egg on the site where 
              the castle now stands, warning that should the egg break, the building 
              above it would collapse. Another local tradition holds that Partenope, 
              one of the legendary sirens who sought to tempt the Greek hero Ulysses 
              with their irresistible songs on his return home from the Trojan 
              Wars, is buried on the site. Partenope, whose name is sometimes 
              used to refer to Naples, was supposed to have been so devastated 
              by her failure to lure Ulysses from his destination that she committed 
              suicide. But most experts today believe that it is the castle’s 
              unique oval shape that is responsible for its name. It stands on 
              the site of an ancient Roman villa, built by the general Lucullus, 
              a strategic point in the conquest of the Campania region of southern 
              Italy from local tribes who had long resisted Roman rule. 
            Since then, this castle has been occupied 
              by the succession of various foreign rulers who have held sway in 
              Naples over the centuries, including the German Swabians, the French 
              Angevins, and the Spanish Aragonese. During the last desperate days 
              of the Parthenopean Republic in 1799, the outnumbered pro-French 
              radicals held out there against a Catholic royalist mob of poor 
              Neapolitans, enflamed by the ousted Bourbon rulers, and howling 
              for the revolutionaries’ blood. Thanks in part to the efforts 
              of the English admiral Lord Nelson, whose ships were blockading 
              the harbour at the time, they finally were able to exact their revenge 
              on the republicans and their supporters. Naples was convulsed for 
              days in an appalling orgy of violence that is still recalled in 
              the city today as one of the most shameful episodes in its history. 
              A small, but impressive monument to those who bravely fought and 
              failed to implant the ideals of democracy and enlightenment in Naples’ 
              unforgiving soil in 1799 now stands in the Piazza dei Martiri (square 
              of the Martyrs), located in the fashionable Chiaia district.
            Along with pizza and various kinds of pasta, 
              one of Naples’ most enjoyable culinary delights is seafood. 
              Fish and crustaceans from the Bay of Naples are caught daily and 
              within hours are offered for sale in the small fish stalls that 
              dot the historic centre. One of our most memorable meals in Naples 
              was a long and relaxing lunch at a small but elegant restaurant 
              called Lombardi a Santa Chiara, near the basilica of the same name. 
              There we ordered the seafood platter, a combination of squid, octopus, 
              mussels, clams, and various kinds of fish. The waiter expertly de-boned 
              everything in front of us before serving it to us with typical old-world 
              flourish. Accompanied by an excellent white wine, some green salad, 
              and crusty bread, this was truly a meal to remember. And it proved 
              to be far more reasonable than a lunch in a restaurant of similar 
              quality in Rome or any northern Italian city.
            On the very last day of our stay in Naples, 
              we headed north of the city to visit the renowned art gallery housed 
              in the Palazzo Reale di Capodimonte (Royal Palace of Capodimonte). 
              This palace was originally intended as a small hunting lodge for 
              the Bourbon monarch Charles VII, but as construction continued it 
              eventually grew to a full-size royal palace, completed in 1759. 
              It is a striking building of gray and peach-coloured stone, located 
              in a beautiful park. In 1957 it became the Museo Nazionale di Capodimonte, 
              an art gallery that could be favourably compared to the Louvre in 
              Paris, the Uffizi in Florence, or the National Gallery in London, 
              and is not nearly as crowded, at least on the day we were there. 
              
            To attempt to tour the entire gallery in 
              a single afternoon, as we did, is probably foolhardy, for there 
              is just too much to see. Along with Caravaggio, almost all the great 
              artists of the Italian Renaissance and Baroque are represented here, 
              including works by Raphael, Titian, Bellini, and Ribera. But paintings 
              by more modern artists can be found here too — one of the 
              most unusual works in the gallery is a colourful painting of Mount 
              Vesuvius erupting by the American “pop” artist Andy 
              Warhol.
            For those planning to use Naples as a base 
              from which to explore the other sites of interest in the Campania 
              region, the choices are practically endless. Many of them, including 
              the fascinating ruins of Pompeii and Herculaneum, are an easy day 
              trip from the centre of town. It is also possible to arrange guided 
              tours of Mount Vesuvius, one of three active volcanoes in Italy, 
              which has been quiet since its last major eruption in 1944. But 
              local authorities worry that should another major explosion take 
              place, the task of evacuating the densely-packed population from 
              the area might prove impossible, and the loss of life could be very 
              serious. The Bourbon royal palace of Caserta and its magnificent 
              grounds, built to rival Louis XIV’s Versailles, is also a 
              very popular day trip for locals and tourists alike. A little further 
              afield, one can explore the wonderful scenery of the Amalfi Coast, 
              and take in the elegant atmosphere of upscale summer resorts such 
              as Sorrento and Positano. And of course the beautiful islands of 
              Capri and Ischia are only a short distance away from Naples harbour 
              by on a high-speed hydrofoil. Because of the poor weather, we did 
              not travel very far afield from the city itself, but we found that 
              there was more than enough to see, do, and experience there during 
              our stay.
            Our trip to Naples left us exhausted and 
              irritated at times, but exhilarated and reluctant to depart at the 
              end. There were many moments of frustration, when we had to cope 
              with reckless drivers, poorly functioning ticket dispensers in the 
              subway, the brusque manner of some of the locals, slow buses, and 
              slippery streets. But the hotel and its surrounding neighbourhood, 
              which had seemed so menacing and forbidding upon our arrival, began 
              to feel so much like home that we were sorry to leave it. It was 
              fun to greet the elderly ladies looking out the windows of nearby 
              houses with a cheerful Buongiorno as we left the hotel 
              every morning. The dark and narrow streets of Spaccanapoli that 
              we were so hesitant to walk down, even by day, became places we 
              did not hesitate to stroll through on our way to restaurants and 
              cafes, amidst the milling crowds, even after nightfall, despite 
              the danger of out-of-control Vespas. 
            On our return to the train station, we decided 
              to take a taxi, instead of trying to walk through the streets with 
              our luggage again. Even though we might have been overcharged on 
              the fare, the experience of driving through the city’s chaotic 
              traffic, with someone else at the wheel, of course, was just one 
              more level to add to our taste of la vita napolitana. 
            But my fondest memory of all has to be the 
              moment on the way to Capodimonte when we were in a bad mood because 
              the erratic Sunday bus schedule had not given us enough time to 
              see the art gallery properly. Just when we were ready to complain 
              about Naples once again for its many failings and dysfunctional 
              features the city itself had the last word. As the bus rounded a 
              curve to reveal the breathtaking panoramic view of the bay and the 
              harbour spread around it in all its glory, the sun finally broke 
              through the clouds, for the first and only time we were there.
            Remembering that delightful moment, and all 
              the levels of our experiences in Naples, I would have to agree with 
              the great German poet Goethe, who after spending time in the city 
              said that, “After seeing Naples it is impossible to be sad 
              again.” But the next time I visit, I certainly hope that the 
              sun is shining.