Naples may be the most interesting city we visited. The third
largest in Italy, this port city on the southern coast of Italy is a city some
people really hate. It certainly is different. With the fewest parks and
squares of any city in Europe, it is easily the most crowded. It is also dirty
and rife with pickpockets and organized crime. Rick Steves spends a couple of
pages on how to avoid the dangers of pickpockets and describing the criminal
element. We were sure to use our money belts and watch carefully as we made our way through the
crowds. Linda wore a backpack which was opened by the man coming down the
escalator behind her in the train station. Fortunately, she had nothing of
value in the pocket he opened, but it did put us on our guard and we turned the
backpack around so no zippers were accessible just to make sure that it did not
happen again. As far as organized crime goes, that really is not anything to worry
tourists. That is more about government influence and control of neighborhoods
within the town. The likelihood of any tourist getting in the middle of
anything like that is virtually zero just as it would be in New York, Chicago,
or Boston.
We arrived on the train and found our way to the subway
which was both clean and on time. The station was well-lit, looking much better
than many of the stations in New York City. We got off at our stop and asked a
gentleman on the street which way to go to the museum. The trouble with subways
is that you never really know where you are or what direction you are facing when
you get above ground. He smiled and pointed us in the right direction along one
of Naples’ few parks. A couple of blocks later we reached our destination, the
National Archaeological Museum of Naples. This is where we would find the
artworks removed from Pompeii.
Lifelike drapery on this Aphrodite |
Aphrodite |
The two most impressive and important statues stand a
opposite ends of a long hall. One is the Farnese Hercules. Hercules is posed
after he has finished his eleventh labor and collected the golden apples only
to be told he must do one more thing which means he must descend into hell. He is
leaning wearily on his club with a tired and resigned look on his face. Copies of
this statue have been made since the 16th century and are in palaces
and gardens all over Europe. The curly-haired look has become the iconic way we
see Hercules.
At the other end of the hall the Toro Farnese tells the
Greek myth of Dirce. Dirce bewitched King Lycus who abandoned his pregnant wife
Antiope who proceeded to give birth to twin sons. When they grew up they killed
their father and tied Dirce to the horns of bull so he could bash her against a
mountain. The statue, carved from a single piece of marble over 13 feet tall
shows Dirce being tied to the bull while Antiope looks placidly on from behind.
Doriforio |
These two powerful pieces are supplemented by dozens more on the ground floor of the museum. Actually, we would have been happy to have visited this museum if that were all it had to offer. We should also mention the statue of Doriforo. This 7 foot statue once stood in the Pompeii gym where is served as an example of the ideal body. It is so full of motion and realism that Donatello and Michelangelo would find inspiration from it at the beginning of the Renaissance.
Nevertheless, the reason we came (and most people come) is to see what is missing from Pompeii and Herculaneum. The middle floor holds the lovely 20 inch Dancing Faun who gave his name to the largest house in Pompeii. This is one of the few surviving Greek bronze statues dating from the 4th century BC. Another highlight is the Battle of Alexander during which he defeated the Persian king Darius which opened up the rest of Asia to the conqueror. Unfortunately, the exciting mosaic is no longer complete having been damaged as it was removed from the home in the floor of the House of the Faun.
The real highlight is the “Secret Room” where the erotic
frescos, mosaics, and statues are kept. No longer really a secret, it has only
been fully open to the public since 2000. Prior to 2000, they were kept behind
a variety of levels of rules allowing only certain people to view them. At one
point, the Bourbon owners actually discussed destroying them. Now they are
simply housed behind the enigmatic name and a sign that those under 14 may only
enter with a parent. The variety of scenes and statuary, from the sublime to
the grotesque is definitely worth the visit.
As we left the museum, we again followed a Rick Steves
guidebook tour of a city. It was already early afternoon and we needed sustenance
before walking too far so we found a nice restaurant off the main street where
we had a pizza and pasta and a bit of wine to fortify ourselves for the walk
back to the train station. Because it was Sunday, or perhaps just because it
is, the Galleria Principe di Napole, a covered shopping gallery was closed. We’re
not sure it is actually in use because there was no sign of life at all and one
end was fenced off.
A variety of artifacts from the museum. We were especially impressed by the mosaics because the pieces were so small, much smaller than we have seen elsewhere.
A variety of artifacts from the museum. We were especially impressed by the mosaics because the pieces were so small, much smaller than we have seen elsewhere.
We walked past the Bellini Theater and four and five story
apartment buildings created from former palaces. Piazza Dante features an
imposing statue of Dante. Neapolitans still feel a bit of sting from the
unification of Italy. It fell from being the capital of a kingdom to a rather
backwater city as its treasure and much of its bureaucracy was transferred
north to Rome. Dante replace the statue of the king as a symbol of unity,
something not appreciated by all Neapolitans. Some argue that having to deal
with the distant Roman bureaucracy is what kept up the strength of organized
crime here in Naples. One block later we shortcut Rick’s tour to head back to
the railroad station. We intended to return to Naples on another day to finish
the tour and visit the Royal Palace and waterfront area, but the weather did
not cooperate. Walking through a city in the rain just doesn’t have that great
appeal.
We spent the next 90 minutes walking about a mile and a half
along the Spaccanapoli (split Naples), a long straight narrow street that bisects
the city. We passed a couple of major churches and small squares, but mostly we
passed shop after shop after shop and wormed our way through the crowd that
simply did not end until we reached the end of the street. The street is not
wide enough for more than one small Italian car with its side mirrors pulled
in. But it is wide enough for six or seven people to squeeze by one another for
its full length. Linda is not fond of crowds so she did not find this as
entertaining as I did, but even I got a bit tired of seeing the same shops and
the same (not really the same; it just seemed that way) people again and again.
Christmas is definitely in the air with Christmas music in
the background. At least half the shops were completely focused on selling Christmas
items. Ornaments and toys led the list, but most interesting were the manger
scenes and their accouterments. it seems that the thing to do here is to
purchase a rustic scene made of wood, stone, twigs and moss with space for a
manger and many additional characters. Then people will purchase the Holy
Family as a start and gradually fill in the rest of the space. Depending on
size this can take a few of several dozen characters which sell for up to €30
or €40. We saw several of these that were in a finished state which I suppose people
could buy, but it seems the main idea is to populate it over the years.
When we finally reached the end of the Spaccanapoli, we had
to ask a policeman the way to the train station. I misread the map thinking we
were by this time within just a couple of blocks. It turned out to be another
half mile and we ended up using the iPhone GPS to get there. Once in sight of
the station we had to pass the gauntlet of hawkers selling all the usual stuff
(using a nice word here) before we could actually reach the station and begin
to try to figure out where to catch our train. Naples’ central train station is
actually two stations and a metro stop, one on top of the other. The train from
Naples to Sorrento is not a part of the national system for some reason. Signage
is not obvious, but we knew we need to get downstairs to catch our train. So we
wandered a bit and had to ask three times where we needed to go before we
finally got to our train. Fortunately, we still had about five minutes before
our train left and did not have to wait another hour. The ride home was
uneventful.
Finishing with a couple of the more graphic erotic art. Remember that these would have been in people's homes, not just the taverns and brothels.
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