A job in Napoli. A Brazilian. Two irresistible Italians. One delicious dilemma. ⟶
(Day 19 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) Napoli believes. In God, in the saints, in luck, in fate, and above all in the little red horn that hangs from doorways, mirrors, key rings and necklaces all over the city. Here, deep faith and cheerful superstition live happily side by…
(Day 18 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) We’ve spent an awful lot of time talking about the two men in Carolina’s Napoli year. (Team Luca or Team Fabrizio, I know, I know. 😏) But if you ask me, the great love story of Loveandpizza.it isn’t only a romance… It’s Carolina and Lisa. The…
(Day 17 of 30 — story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) The book is called Loveandpizza.it, so it would be super rude not to talk about the food. But here’s the thing about eating in Napoli: it isn’t really about the food at all. Add to the recipe: love, argument, identity, and something…
(Day 16 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) Carolina lives in the Quartieri Spagnoli: a knot of narrow, steep little streets in the belly of Napoli. Washing strung overhead like bunting. Scooters threading through gaps that shouldn’t fit a scooter, zooming past people, beeping away, terrorising every cat, dog and…
(Day 15 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) People sometimes ask me whether the Napoli in Loveandpizza.it is made up. “Oh, no,” I say. “The Napoli in this novel is gloriously, stubbornly real.” I didn’t have to invent very much. I simply wrote down a city that was already crazier,…
(Day 14 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) I’ll be honest with you: I expected this one to be hard work. Fabrizio’s the quiet one; the one who hangs back and watches. So I sat down braced for one-word answers and a great deal of meaningful silence. Reader, I was…