He’s from Naples and lives in a small rural town. He works alone. His wife in the chair is from Kentucky and is quite old. When you call to order (if you can find a place with a cellular signal) You either get an old world Italian voice answering or a tot...
The thought that another treasure will be lost to time bothers me. Probably the best pizza in a fifty-mile radius. One day it will end with a locked door. Thank you for the window into a life! -John
I thought exactly the same. There will be a day soon where he is there alone and then it will be locked. I sort of fantasize it’s because he’s having a last meal at someone else’s place on a street in Naples, but it’s more likely he’ll just pass away alon...
This is the type of art that strikes deep into the soul of an individual. At first blush, it is a photo of a a pizza parlor. However, the more you linger in the image, you see and feel more things. Simply, thank you. -John
In some ways the Black and white one I posted on this thread is even more devastating. I like this type of editorial photography where it’s busy and the message reveals itself