
We took the train to Pompeii where we were to meet our guide. Given that it was rush hour the train was packed - no one volunteered to give up their seat for vecchio donna (as Paolo calls her) but it didn't really matter - we were squeezed in so tightly that you didn't even need to hang on. After about 3 stops hundreds of what looked to be university students got off and mom could sit down.
Some of the passengers were interesting. I stood in the main entrance area of the car where there were no smoking signs everywhere. Of course three guys stood there and smoked. They appeared to be those guys who show up in tourists spots selling knock off sun glasses and other crap from China to unsuspecting tourists. They helped us out though - the train we were on actually switched tracks at the stop before Pompeii Scavi and headed along a different line. One of the smoking-toting-junk-to-sell-to-tourists guys figured we wanted the Scavi and managed, through a combination of pointing to the map and Italian, to show me what to do. Further proof that one shouldn't judge a book by its cover!

Lots of cruise ship groups were arriving at Pompeii. We thought it was crowded but our guide from Contect Travel assured us that it was nothing compared to what she had experienced on Sunday.
While awaiting our tickets we did experience a touch of the tourist rudeness that we hate when an American woman started screaming at the cashier because she wouldn't make change for a 100 euro note (although the sign clearly said that in French, English, and Italian - and two other languages we assume but we couldn't interpret them). Such language! One would have thought she was on crap reality TV show for tweens the way she was carrying on. Then she pulled out a wad of 20 euro notes and paid for her entrance. She stomped off saying she had only an hour to 'see' Pompeii. I bet that was interesting since the site is more than 7 km long. Perhaps she should have just gotten a book.
We got in free with our art card. Which means that we have saved 20 euro with the card so far.
Despite having an illustrious history as an Oscan, Samnite and Roman settlement, Pompeii's best-known incarnation is, ironically, that of a buried city. Due to the numerous layers of volcanic mud and ash spewed forth by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 A.D., Pompeii has preserved its Roman-era layout and offers a fascinating and detailed look into the daily life of its people. Since its unearthing in the late 18th century, Pompeii has remained one of the most important archaeological sites in Italy and is unparalleled in its preservation of an ancient city.

Our guide, who heads the education programs at the Capodimonte Museum, was brilliant. She lead us around the site for the next four hours showing us baths, markets, temples, houses, and shops. What an amazing morning. I took about 100 pictures so do expect a more detailed series of posts on Pompeii in the future. :-)
Back in Naples we took a taxi to Piazza Gesu Nouvo where we had a great lunch sitting on the piazza watching the world go by. We stopped in one of the restaurants that Fiorella had pointed out to us on our first day. Lunch was good -pizza, wine, and water. The bill came to 27 euro for the three of us which was great for such good food.
The churches of Gesu Nouvo and Santa Chiara were both closed when we finished lunch but the cloisters of Santa Chiara were not. We used our art card and got a discounted entry. This was such a beautiful spot for contemplation.

It is hardly what you’d expect cloistered nuns to gaze upon during the course of their silent lives. Bold scenes of boar hunting, bowling, dancing, even a Carnival revel come alive in a riot of colours on the tiled panels that decorate the cloister garden of the Santa Chiara Monastery in Naples.
I wonder whether this really was what abbess Ippolita Carmignani had in mind when she commissioned landscape architect Domenico Antonio Vaccaro in 1739 to create a cloister garden suited to “the decorum of noble ladies.” But then this is Naples, a place of blazing sunshine, music and joie de vivre, whose vibrancy breaks into even the most reclusive corners.

Vaccaro, who had a reputation for being innovative and was a darling of the Neapolitan aristocracy, chose a strictly geometric design for the garden, but sneaked in the spark and frivolity of 18th century Naples by decorating pillars and benches with hundreds of tin-glazed earthenware tiles, known locally as majolica.
By the time we had left the cloisters both of the churches were open so we visited them. Both were stunning in different ways.
Santa Chiara was founded in 1310 by Robert the Wise (a.k.a. Robert of Anjou and Robert of Naples) for his second wife, Queen Sancha, who became a nun here. The basilica and convent were designed in an austere Provencal-Gothic style and completed in 1328.
The ill-fated Joan I of Anjou, granddaughter of Robert the Wise, was crowned queen in Santa Chiara in 1343 and buried here after her murder in 1382.
The church interior was given a Baroque makeover in 1742-57, which was sadly destroyed by an Allied bomb in August 1943. Santa Chiara was rebuilt in 1953 in its original style.
Our second church of the day was the Jesuit church Gesu Nouvo. Gesù Nuovo had a variety of itterations before taking its current form . . . originally built as a palace built in 1470 for Roberto Sanseverino, Prince of Salerno (he of the creepy cadaver experiments I wrote about a few days ago). In 1580 the church was sold to the Jesuits who transformed it into a church (1584 - 1601) under architect Giuseppe Valeriano.
During its long history, the Gesu Nuovo Church was a private home, a Jesuit church, a Franciscan church, then a Jesuit church again. The church boasts a number of important artistic religious treasures, like the Expulsion of Heliodorus from the Temple (1725) by Francesco Solimena; frescoes of the life of the Virgin by Massimo Stanzione; a bas-relief reproduction of the Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci by Gennaro Calì and much more.
Like so many churches it tricks you - plain on the exterior but breathtakingly beautiful on the inside!

On the way back to the apartment we stopped for gelato at Gay-Odin - I had pear and ricotta and strawberry with bits of chocolate for me. Sounds like an unusual combination - certainly I've never ordered a combo like that but it was good. Really good.
The church at the corner of Mezzacannone and Benedetto Croce (Sant'Angelo a Nilo) was open for the first time since we had arrived in the city. Even though our feet were tired by this point we had to stop in. The church takes its name from the Nile River, whichwas venerated here by the Egyptian merchants who lived in this area in Roman times. It was begun in 1385 as a chapel, dedicated to Sts. Angel and Mark, by will of cardinal Rainaldo Brancacci, whose family had a palace nearby. The current appearance dates from a 1709 rebuilding, under the direction of Arcangelo Guglielmelli. Remains of the original Catalan-Gothic structure include the main portal, with an architrave featuring angels, and a fresco in the lunettewith The Virgin Mary and Saints Michael and Baculus with Cardinal Brancaccio (15th century). A sculpture of St. Michael from another portal has been moved in the interior.
We were impressed with the Cardinal's tomb, created by none other than Donatello.
Back at the apartment mom declared that she was done for the day (who knew the day ended at 6 ?) which meant my hopes for wine on the piazza followed by a leisurely dinner were dashed. SIGH
Day five in Italy and I've had NO pasta yet. I must fix that today.