This beautiful black labrador followed us for hours from dusk to night, from the sea and through the city. It treated us like a herd of sheep, ran around us to keep us together and barked at any incoming people, motorcycles and cars. At times we thought that he would disappear into the streets, but we were wrong! It followed us ever so faithfully until he couldn't anymore.
Resilient and weathered. Our Neapolitan tour guide has a severe look to her that seems to say that she has seen the darker stories of Napoli. Ah, if only I knew enough Italian to ask "Tell me..."
Boy with the expression of an old man.
Local Neapolitan boys who approached us in fascination with the camera.
I wish I could forget about this photo. This boy ran around the street with a plastic pistol air gun. He looks, aims, and shoots at you. You can hear the air bullets firing *Tor!!! Torr!!* You know it's fake, but you can't help but feel unsettled: anyone, everyone... he wants them all dead.
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