Dispatch from Southern Italy | 17th September, 2024
After a combined fourteen hours on a plane, I find myself hot and thirsty in what remains of summer, on the streets of Naples. There is a familiar place to the right of me. Caffe del Professore.
Dispatch from Southern Italy | 17th September, 2024
After a combined fourteen hours on a plane, I find myself hot and thirsty in what remains of summer, on the streets of Naples. There is a familiar place to the right of me. Caffe del Professore.
