![]() main index © Jeff Matthews 2002-2012 Give Me that Old-Time Profession! (4) This is the fourth in a series. Here is the first one—including the general introduction to the series.
Pottery repairman.
There is a running joke—at
least one running around in my head—that
Naples is a land of specialists. We joke that if
the door handle on your car breaks, you have to go
to the "car door handle repairman." That's all he
does! That's a slight exaggeration, but not much.
The pottery man in this drawing would have been
just such a specialist. Plastic and super-glue
have sort of put this business out of business, I
would imagine. To the extent that such professions
still exist, the gentleman would today shout out
his availability from one of those very loud
motor-tricycles with a flat-bed compartment on the
back as he speeds around the streets.![]() The snail vendor. There is a group called "Slow Food" in Naples. They don't mean slimy critters that run so slowly they can't escape, but rather service that is so slow they can call it "leisurely" and "elegant" and pretend that this is the way people used to dine before the rush-rush present day of American fast-food. Of course, the ancient Romans—as research has shown—ate on the run a lot. This drawing presents something else, however—snails. I have never seen anyone eat a snail in Naples, much less sell them on the street. There might be a specialized restaurant, the way they have for places that sell horse meat, but I have not seen one. The logo on the sign outside would be a snail, I suppose, but the above-mentioned Slow Food people have preempted that one. As far as I know, they don't serve snails. main index (Links to part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5 part 6) |