Discovering Elizabeth Gilbert's EAT Place

Today we ventured up to Naples with two objectives: seeing the treasures of the National Museum of Archaeology and eating the pizza popularized by Eat, Pray, Love. With a lot of luck both were accomplished and we’re now heading back home on the Circumvesuviano train.

As we arrived at the museum, this sign caught our eye.

It was just fortunate we put off Naples for a day to go hiking yesterday.

The museum was a great way to follow up visits to Pompeii and Herculaneum, seeing the things they discovered when the two towns were unearthed.

The mosaics were the finest I have seen anywhere, almost resembling needlepoint in their intricate detail.



The collection of X-rated material in the room restricted to those 14 and older showed the ancient civilizations of Pompeii and surroundings to be fully aware of sex and its various possibilities.


The villa of Papiri in Herculaneum yielded some of the best pieces in bronze, representing the upper class at the time of the eruption of Vesuvius.


From the museum we took a walking tour through Naples with the goal of having pizza for lunch.

Unfortunately Naples is drowning in trash because of a garbage strike.

It was interesting to see the added stress of a big city: more honking horns, more cigarettes, more scooters ready to run you over.

The pizza at the L’antica Pizzaria “da Michele” was more than worth the 20-minute wait to get a table. It’s a simple choice: either with or without cheese. I’m embarrassed to say I ate the whole thing.

We’re heading home to our little town, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city. It was a good day to visit Naples, despite the 5 hours of travel time to get there and get home -- 67 kilometers!