The rest of the day we walked up and down the coastline, reveling in the magic of Vesuvius and the surrounding islands.
The people were extraordinary, giving us directions left and right, and making us laugh. “Neopolitans are born actors,” Manu’s dad told us later.
We couldn't wait for lunch, and found a pizzeria in a little piazza near the sea called Pizza Amore e Fantasia. The pizza was nothing short of magnificent. The dough was spongey and elastic, full of flavor, the sauce simply a pureed tomato, fruity yet robust, and the circles of mozzarella creamy and rich. Leaves of basil were both garnish and flavor enhancer, bringing all of the aromas together in perfect harmony.
After lunch is the best time to roam the streets of any Italian city, because most people are home getting their fill of the daily siesta. We window-shopped, marveled at a hidden city found during metro construction and watched some hilarious little boys playing soccer in a piazza. One of them came up to us, like a little adult, asking where we were from, if we liked his town and if we saw that amazing goal he just scored. We asked him his name and he replied, "I'm Sonny, that's my brother Michael and my other brother over there is Alfredo...you know...from the Godfather." Priceless. Absolutely priceless.