Un giorno a Napoli

Luca is arrived in Naples with the train of seven. The station was already full of people. Outside it was hot and the air smelled of sea. Luca has taken a coffee at the cafe near the station. It was strong and good.

Then has walked toward Spaccanapoli, the street narrow that cuts the center historical. The houses were tall and close. From the balconies hung clothes hung out to dry. The children played at ball in the middle of the street and an old lady elderly shouted the name of her grandson from the window.

At noon Luca himself is stopped in a pizzeria small. He has ordered a margherita and a glass of water. The pizza was soft and hot, with the tomato red and the mozzarella white. The waiter to him has said: Eat slowly, here not one has hurry.»

In the afternoon Luca is gone toward the sea. He has seen the gulf of Naples and the Vesuvius far. The water was blue and calm. A boat was passing slowly near the shore. Luca himself is sat on a bench and has watched the sun for an hour.

In the evening is returned to the station tired but happy. He had the feet hot and the taste of the pizza still in mouth. On the train has closed the eyes and has thought: One day only not is enough.»