Sunday, December 5, 2010
Open Eyes On Sunbed With Goggles?
Scuotto. Hotel Piazza Bellini.
Brothers Scuotto Neapolitans have six children. Talent. Their art workshop, the location. We are in the center of the ancient city, in the heart of Piazza Bellini button, a light that could be called Movida, yes, "radical chic." The court is of the newborn
"Hotel Piazza Bellini , a three-star hotel market on the occasion of the installation of Scuotto. Fifty rooms, taste reminiscent of Scandinavian minimalism, with here and there the graceful works of young artist Alessandro Chiocchia.'s Day wishes for the new task flawlessly. Delights of the nearby "La stanza del gusto", trays of chocolates "Gay Odin", a small complex that was live music. The beauty, well-lit, the ancient residence in Naples. In short, the best of Naples "synthesized" in food, confectionery, hospitality, sense of initiative. Oh yes, the spirit of initiative. Despite this, in Naples "pulls a living." And there are those, like the new owners of this inn, dare, dare. Open a hotel these days in Naples can only be described as almost a heroic act. The crisis is looming. The garbage goes around the world. The tourists call to cancel reservations. Pompeii crumbles to pieces. And then it rains so much. Thirty days of uninterrupted water on a city which was known as the "city of the sun." For this marks the beginning of this, they told me, young entrepreneurs. The hotel, then, is in the old town, perfect for visiting museums and churches. The pricing seems to be competitive. The place is delicious.
After the brief happening, I go back to my car. In a narrow street, I hear screaming .... "...... Flower Flower ... " I turn around, but do not see anyone I know. The appeal continues, however. A few yards ahead, a young Sinhalese cries near a doorway, looking upward. Flower or something like that is the name of a lady-family living there. The poor guy is holding three huge pizza boxes. Delivery. There is no intercom. She looks at me sadly, but also fun: "maròòòò. And I said, "but how do you do?". He "is always the same story." There is a bell. He asks me to play. But nothing. The boy, still smiling, but more desolate, I thank you. I understand that there is nothing to be done. I greet him and I walk away. I hear the call again in the distance.
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