After more conversation with my daughter about her trip to Naples. I made this little drawing. She told me that a great many of the citizens she ran across “looked like they’d lived hard, unforgiving lives. . .like they’d been put through a meat grinder. . .that life had beat them up.”
I read a bit about the Port of Naples, a tough network of docks and trafficking of every nefarious sort. Interpol surmises that nearly half of the dope that winds up in Europe comes smuggled through this port. It is here that many criminal organizations intersect and hold sway.