The streets of Naples aren't what I'm used to in America. They're congested with Vespas and tiny cars and people. Signs and rules seem to be merely suggestions. Some roads are rutted, cobbled, and barely wide enough for a taxi, while others seem able to comfortably fit a cruise ship. The way avenues lead to pedestrian-only squares or suddenly become one way is dizzying, making me glad I didn't have to drive there. But they exude a cultural flair that is conspicuously absent in the places I've visited in the US.