Napoli: The Asylum
Napoli: You Asylum Fish Quay on steroids... Fresh fish at 3€ the kilo. Deranged. Insane. Laughing. Car horns. Hysteria. Is it a drag queen or is it a lady sitting down eating a fried pizza, looking like a crazy Russian doll, waiting for her prey? She sits, her eyes dart around at the endless tail of traffic that cries, beeping at every corner like a dying animal, withering in pain. She sits, green and black skunk-like scarf , wrapped around her neck, with a stern, fertive, glance that beckons the Italian stalions. Like a praying mantis, she devours the fried dough and ravishes the rocket and parma on top. Car horns beep more, papers roll up as waiters clean tables and scrunch up the table cloths and toss straight to the bin. People gesticulate with their hands in a foreign unknown sign language only the Napolitanos could comprehend. The Chinese tourists stand outside Pizzería Da Michele, unsure if they'll ever eat pizza again. The queue is despair. It is a pure chaos. Impossibl
