In Napoli…

The men flirt relentlessly.
One walks a little slower
Hips swing a little wider
Wet cobblestones are as slick as frozen sidewalks
The food is simply delicious
Scooters, motorcycles and cars compete for the road                                            Spaghetti with clams is everything it should be
Somehow the rain at night seemed the most romantic weather ever

I felt at home.

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