The idiom of Napoli (na·puh·lee) could be: walk slow, then run, and don't mind those traffic lights—you only got one life. The film that flickers past in the lens, in between the sun and the rains that drift down from Vesuvius—is a silent film, despite the chaos. You can almost hear yourself dream. You fall asleep tired at night, without knowing why. I won't miss Naples, but I would miss missing it.