Only faith in the GPS takes us through endless medieval detours to the Hotel Europa. A warm welcome to a fine looking hotel with equaly endless medieval detours to the room a few floors up. I'm sure if they took away the little signs sprinkled on all the walls, I would not find my way out.
My first taste of authentic Napolitana pizza was a success. Large, thin, pliable, just as predicted by modern Montreal Italian mythology promoted by my friends.Wandering the piazzas full of laughing people while basking in the perfect weather all evening is a luxury seldom seen at home. Makes me want to learn Italian and stay a while.
