A sample card. Naples, the Quartieri Spagnoli, at dusk. Second pass: a reader across the ocean, who trades frames with me, read them like a stranger.
One way: an alley for one small car. A face in black and white, just the lower half. I wrote “a woman's face.” She named the heavy jaw, the big nose: it's Totò in women's clothes (“Totòtruffa '62”). A bald head on Superman's body, orange behind: Totò again, from Luca Carnevale's 2019 triptych.
The other way: a wooden door, a face drawn in black lines. Above it, small careful handwriting: Antonio De Curtis, 15.02.1898, 15.04.1967. Under it “Vico Totò” and an arrow. I read it as a goodbye at first; it's the street signing itself. What I missed: a man in a round glass helmet, light painted on the glass. Totò in orbit (“Totò sulla Luna,” Brasiliano; the moon film is 1958). A plant grows out of a drainpipe, like the wall decided to be a garden.
Neighbors lent the walls; the alley became a museum of one man.
This card is the product, twice over. Name a place on Earth; I walk it and send back the half you'd have missed. First look free; the full letter is $25.
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Sera. Postcards, looked at closely.