A Very Neapolitan Halloween

"Young Jesus."

(Halloween, otherwise, is rather unremarkable in Naples.  Sure, there are bands of kids in weird outfits walking into businesses or up to pedestrians and asking for free goods - "treat" - with the threat - "trick" - of violence or mayhem.  But that is, after all, what they call a "daily problem" or "the informal economy" here.  It's as year-round as the fire-crackers, which are, for the record, as daily as bread.  Were one to record every small explosion across the city in real-time and stream them together, the sound of days would be that of a rusty gatling gun, rumbling on from dawn to dusk and back again.)

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