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Next year in Naples?

(but not if you're unfit or claustrophobic)

Amazon book - Naples and the Amalfi coastNext year in Naples?

Sandra Lawrence writes about a little-known aspect of this Italian city.

Sixty percent of Neapolitans live above a secret underground cavern of some kind – either man-made or natural.

 

Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and other ruptures have taken their toll under the streets of Naples, but far more interesting are the remains of previous inhabitants of the ancient city – from Roman engineers through early persecuted Christians and medieval plague pits to more modern refugees seeking a hiding place from the Nazis. All have left their mark in often now-sealed sinister caverns right underneath the houses themselves.

Archaeologists have always known that modern Naples lies directly over its ancient counterpart, but until recently have been unable to dig – few are happy to have their daily lives interrupted in the name of History. But as apartments have become vacant, some sites have been taken over, painstakingly excavated, and are gradually being opened to an intrigued public.

These remains are not world-shatteringly grandiose like, for example, Pompeii or Herculaneum. But they have a dangerous, edgy, visceral feel that makes their more famous neighbours feel somehow – safe. A tourist can happily spend an afternoon trotting around Pompeii, dodging the visitors and being generally awed. At the end of the trip they can happily sip limoncello at a street café and smile benevolently at Vesuvius. A two-hour tour of Napoli Sotterranea leaves the visitor exhausted, disoriented and freezing cold - but truly stunned.

Lucky enough to have a tour guide almost to ourselves – Naples was just starting its season at the beginning of April – we join the Napoli Sottorranea at the Piazza San Gaetano. The early-spring sunshine is high, yet walking into the gloom of the foyer behind its decaying wrought iron gates brings a faint feeling of foreboding. We are warned that this tour is not for the fat, the unfit or the claustrophobic, but I don’t really believe it. Such warnings are always exaggerated, surely?

Napoli Sotterranea’s tour includes very recent findings. We are frogmarched back out into the sunshine, up one of Naple’s hundreds of tiny cobbled streets, carefully avoiding the omnipresent scooters, into an unremarkable apartment block where a resident regards us cautiously.

This is where we see the amphitheatre.
Naples Roman amphitheatre was second only to the Coliseum at Rome. That all we can see today – a minute part of it, lying under one building, is a miracle in itself. The block, still as sparsely furnished as it was when vacated five years ago, gives one clue to its secret – a single Roman brick wall. This, and what lies beneath it, is just a tiny part of the backstage area of the theatre. Margueritta, our guide, keeping the theatrical feel, pushes back the heavy iron bed with a flourish and pulls the very floor away from us in the form of a giant trapdoor.

Treading carefully down the packed-mud steps, we marvel at the Roman brickwork – built in a diamond crosshatch formation to withstand earthquakes. This is part of the old backstage area and I imagine the Emperor Nero pacing nervously somewhere nearby, waiting to give one of his performances to his “adoring” crowd. It is pointed out that Nero was one of the world’s worst actors and the Neapolitan audience, notoriously difficult to please even today, was paid handsomely for its applause.

The main tour of the Sotterranea is cold, eerie and exhausting. Only one of its 400-odd kilometres has been properly excavated and it is not hard to understand why. It started life as the underground aqueduct that brought fresh water to the Graeco-Roman Naples from the hills of Vesuvius. An engineering miracle, it was carved into the soft tufa by thousands of slaves and provided the Roman port with drinking water.

During the 17th century, the aqueduct was enlarged to supply a city which had burst its surrounding walls. Wells from each house were sunk and it remained the main water provision until 1884, when a cholera outbreak was linked to the waters and the caves were closed indefinitely.

But it is a much later reincarnation that we are first confronted with. After descending 35 metres down a steep tunnel, we come to a cavern much younger in provenance. In 1943, the government reopened part of the aqueduct, now empty of water, as a refuge for those escaping the Nazis. Much like the London Underground during the Blitz, hundreds of families lived in the cold dank world for months on end whilst hand-to-hand fighting went on overhead. Little piles of rusting toys, sewing machines, gas masks and pedal cars lie forlornly; a stark reminder of desperate times.

The rest of the wells that we will see have been filled to prevent bomb damage. This, for the Neapolitans living above, is either a good or bad thing depending on their view of one of the region’s most enduring mythical characters – Monaciello (“Little Monk”) who originally derives from the roman well-cleaners. These nocturnal creatures, skinny and scary, inhabiting the caves like 1st century Gollums had developed, by the 17th century into shady characters who could hop from house to house via the underground networks, demanding protection money for not poisoning the water, stealing things and seducing lonely housewives. They eventually passed into legend as a kind of Commedia del’Arte spirit, which could either be benign or malevolent. To this day, if an item goes missing in a Neapolitan house it is said that Moniciello has hidden it away.

From here on in, the way gets darker, narrower and colder. Passing a demonstration model of how the caves were dug, we are brought to a small, claustrophobic room where Margueritta proceeds to light a number of wax candles in pottery holders. In the great Italian spirit of personal responsibility, we are each entrusted with one, and told that if we have a choice and need not go any further.

Margueritta is not exaggerating when she warns us that the way will become difficult.
Within a few metres the tunnel gets down to 50cm wide and not much taller than our heads. For 90 metres we stumble on in the blackness, our candles held like talismans before us. Finding it hard to go straight, I try walking sideways like a crab. My little rucksack-style handbag scrapes along the back, and I slip it to the front, papoose-like, thanking my stars I didn’t stop earlier for souvenirs. Our breath escapes in little puffs of steam.

We finally spill out into a cavern where the archaeological society has reconstructed a small part of the original roman aqueduct. From high above, a little amphora slides into the crystal-clear waters (albeit a little speckled by candlewax) and goes to join a pile of pots on some steps round the side. It is, in its own way, as spectacular as anything to be seen at the flashier Pompeii. The only thing that dampens the spirits is the thought of the return journey.

Just as Margueritta is showing us yet another cavern – a cunningly constructed storeroom created by nuns in the 19th century, an elderly lady startles us from behind. Disconcerting for us, it is nothing to her response – one of intense relief. An American from another tour, she turned back from the 90 metre nightmare cave and found herself wandering alone. Although it is impossible to become truly lost in these caves (they are sealed off by years and years of illegally dumped rubbish from the city above) my heart goes out to her. It is a creepy enough experience with people.

I am glad to see the warm spring sunshine again.
Our American lady, however, seems to have survived remarkably unscathed. Perhaps Moniciello is feeling benevolent today…


Napoli Sotterranea, Piazza San Gaetano, 68 – Napoli.
Visits are by guided tour only and last around two hours.
Cost: 9.30 Euro per person.
Tours Mon-Fri 12,00pm, 2.00 pm and 4.00pm Saturday and Sunday 10.00am, 12.00pm. 2.00pm, 4.00pm, 6.00pm.

www.napolisotterranea.org


 

 


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