Capri Next and Naples

We woke up to the sound of birds and went up for the continental breakfast on the terrace outside the dining room. The yogurt was pineapple and green tea, an odd combination that really tasted perfect, with the tea undercutting the sweetness of the fruit. We decided to walk along the cliffside path to get a glimpse of Casa Malaparte. It was a long walk, but the path alternated hot sun and shade and it was still early enough so that the shade was still cool. The path was so precarious at times, I found myself hugging the inside, which was ridiculous because it was paved and people lived in villas down either above or below the path.
Our first view was il Faraglioni, the rock formations that guard the southeastern corner of the island. One of the rocks has a natural arch that all the tour boats go under on their way around the island. Along the way, we saw a lot of bright green lizards. Some scampered away, but the fellow I took a picture of was happy basking on the cement edge of the path and saw no reason to move for a couple slow-moving tourists.

Villa Malaparta is tremendous. Ira sat and sketched it as I explored farther along the path, whose verticality at length defeated me. When I came back, Ira had a better understanding of the building and we were both ready to relax. By the time we got back to our hotel, we had just enough strength to make it to lounge chairs by the pool. A bottle of Pelligrino and an hour later, we were ready to pack up and move on.

I won't dwell on the trip back, as it passed without problem. Once back in Naples, we set out to tour some churches in the later afternoon. I won't go on and on here, but we saw three churches, sauntered down via San Gregorio Armeno (which is filled with shops that sell creche figures), and then had a drink in a busy sidewalk cafe where a German guy and a Brasilian gut apparently found true love. By this time we were tired and came back to the hotel for dinner nearby and an early evening in. Tomorrow, the Archeological Museum.