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In this series of Neapolitan blogs I've hardly mentioned Vesuvius, that looming ever-presence that reminds the city of the thin line between life and death, between today and perhaps no tomorrow.
When my friend Z and I emerged from our Hermann Nitsch experience [see this blog See Naples and Live – 13: Bloody Weird, 18 November 2021], this was the view of the rooftops of Naples that we saw, with shadowy Vesuvius on the horizon and a bright moon glowing through the evening clouds. It was a perfect moment... a marvellous way to take in this perfectly imperfect city... which was so hard to say goodbye to.
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