Arriving at this Maison offers an incredible spectacle as the limitless skyline unfolds before you throwing open new horizons. Light is somehow captured and suspended in the air giving you that strange sensation of levitation.
From the terrace, you can marvel at the Mediterranean. The crystal clear blue water, the horizon punctuated by the suggestive islands of Ischia and Capri, the unending and densely populated Sorrento shoreline stretching as far as Cape Minerva, the gentle slopes hemming in the city towards the curving coastline, the elegant promenades contrasting with the rugged Castel dell’Ovo blending imperceptibly with the underlying tuff stone and the cone of Vesuvius, perfect, elegant, yet almost metaphysical…
In every corner of the Maison, in every room adorned with the history of the Mediterranean, you can look down on the whole of Naples, which could be defined as a warm-hearted, elegant 18th century gentleman from the Bourbon dynasty, for example, Giambattitsta Vico himself. He was an illustrious and somewhat senior in years by the time his works came to inspire Goethe, who was intrigued by the “sibylline presentiments of the good and justice, based on serious contemplation of life and tradition”. Goethe admired the vegetable gardens and ladies of Naples, while he complained about the cold hotels. He was also fascinated by Vesuvius, which he climbed on several occasions feeling in awe of its majesty and enormity.
Baltasar Porcel, Writer (Spain)
(from Mediterraneo, tumulti di un mare, ed. Magma, pagg. 444-445).