Naples is finally back in NOLA
Once you make your way through the unruly traffic, honking horns, locals shouting in thick dialect across alleys lined with wet laundry, past racy black lace garters on display in shop windows, shrines to the Madonna with blue neon and plastic flowers set into palazzo walls, churches decorated with carved skulls, women squeezed into their shirts and spike heels, knockoff bags, helmutless teenagers on mopeds racing the wrong way down slippery one-way streets, and everywhere the smells of strong coffee, fried dough, fresh clams and the breeze blowing in from the river — it is immediately clear that two primal forces drive this magnificent chaos of a city: life and death. Sound like somewhere else we know?
Its spell can be powerful. More than elegant, restrained Florence or show-offy Rome, with its perfect, ruined beauty, and even more than otherworldly Venice, I would argue it is earthy, squalid, slightly menacing Naples and New Orleans alike that are two of the most romantic cities in the world.
This Neapolitan pizzeria serves up affordable and authentic Italian pies and home-made desserts in a cozy downtown setting.