III.
The Neapolitan winter felt more like spring and didn’t have the same nip in the air that characterized the winter months in Venice. The temperature sometimes went up to sixty degrees, already projecting the promise of a sunny, warm springtime. Giacomo got ready quickly and tried not to recall the last time he took a shower in this house. Instead, he thought about his impressions from yesterday. Though he’d told his father he would stroll around Via Toledo and a few other streets, in the end, he’d found himself in the Spanish District. This was an area of the city where he’d loved to wander as a child, but after a while, his father had forbidden him to go there anymore, worried about his safety. Not too many things had changed, except maybe public safety had improved. Finally, Giacomo
