Chapter 6
“I want to show you a place that is truly unique,” Orazio announced this morning when he told us we would be staying one more day in Naples. Asdrubale, a little disgruntled at a further delay to our departure, chooses to stay at home.
We follow the coast north in the carriage. As soon as we are outside the city, the landscape changes. We go up a hill which seems to rise up straight from the sea. Then we leave the long deserted beach and the tiny harbour behind us, riding among the scents of the Mediterranean scrub. Perched high on a rock like a solitary apparition is the facade of a villa. I am told it once belonged to a famous poet, renowned in the court of Aragona. After that we come across green countryside, isolated villas, farms, an old lighthouse and a steep road winding
