We took the finiculare up to the “heights” of Naples, and were strolling around looking for the best view, when a man, hearing our English, came up to help. One thing led to another, and before you know it, he was leading us to his cameo factory, which his family had owned for five generations and where his brother is now the principal artist.
Brother explained the process of hand-making the cameos from shells, and the craftsmanship was remarkable, but at the end of the day, we declined to buy, which I suspect had been the main objective of the whole enterprise. It would have been a nice memento, but I don’t actually LIKE cameos, and the price was way outside my comfort zone.
Gigi's Italia 
Great story, Gigi!
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