Hotel Garden Napoli
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... cut out by hand using a very fine saw. I think that nowadays it would be laser cut as I saw some wooden stencils similar to the ones I sometimes use for card making on display & I know that they are laser cut!! Some of the designs were beautiful, but very pricey. We had some free time before we met the group for lunch so Peter and I headed off to explore. We found a little shop where we could stock up on some additional souvenirs and found a chemist where we could ...
... a swim and lunch where it was a bit less steep. As in many places in Italy I think, the majority of the beach was 'private', pay for sunbed and umbrella, with the public squeezed into a small end space. The water was warmer than Greece though.
We then looped back towards Naples and having been to Pompeii already, long ago, we headed to the much smaller and less busy Herculaneum; a very good decision. Our first challenge was to park the car. Again it had ...
... onto shared benches around old formica tables, they serve 2 kinds of pizza only, Margherita and Marinara and it is without doubt the best pizza we have ever eaten, and one of our most treasured gastronomic memories. We of course wanted more. We roughly remembered where it was and started to walk along the road toward the train station to find it. We wandered up a side road thinking we were there but although rewarded with a view of a long abandoned church we hadn't reached ...
... alone the ruins. Tania is a girl we met yesterday who lives in Australia but has Italian family, and actually speaks Italian as her first language. It is amazing to see the difference in the way we are treated when she is there to chat to people in their native tongue. While trying to find the train to Pompeii we ended up being taken under the wing of a gregarious curly haired Italian man with a cast on his arm. He made lots of big gestures, and threw his broken arm around ...
... and explored the castle and museum basking in sight of both the antiquities and magnificent views.
Now, a taxi to take us back down to the port seemed a reasonable request. Where earlier they had been vying for our attention now there was only one empty taxi and not a driver in sight. We waited for a few minutes but no he must be having a siesta somewhere although the cab was open and all the windows down.
Only thing for it was to retrace our steps ...