Naples feels like the perfect rebuttal to the “you’re

Naples feels like the perfect rebuttal to the “you’re traveling wrong” crowd. Some people arrive wanting a polished Italian postcard and bounce after a day because the city is loud, messy, relentless; other people fall in love with the laundry lines, late espresso bars, and the way every street corner feels slightly improvised. The older I get, the less I believe there’s a correct way to move through a place like that.