From Fast to Feast: Celebrating San Michele Arcangelo with Sicilian Specialties

Arancini al burro with meat and besciamella

I live within walking distance of six bakeries, so I never want for bread, taralli, cakes, or pastries. Each one has its specialties, but whenever I make it to Villabate-Alba on 18th Avenue in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, I get genuinely excited—there’s something extraordinary about this traditional Sicilian pasticceria. Honestly, it’s a blessing I don’t live closer; I’d surely be 50 pounds heavier if I did.

Since I was working on 18th Avenue, I took the chance to enjoy a morning espresso with a cornetto. I also picked up a few savory treats to celebrate the close of my forty-day fast for Saint Michael’s Lent, which runs from the Feast of the Assumption on August 15th to Michaelmas on September 29th. Admittedly, my fast wasn’t perfect (especially during the Feast of San Gennaro), but I did my best—and the Feast of San Michele felt like the right moment to indulge.

Evviva San Michael!

Sfincioni

Iris al forno

A Look at the 52nd Annual Bay Ridge Third Avenue Festival

The neighborhood boys really enjoyed the fresh
squeezed limonata (lemonade)—and so did we

We had an absolutely wonderful time at the 52nd Annual Bay Ridge Third Avenue Festival, where the neighborhood came alive under a picture-perfect sky. The air was filled with the aroma of Sicilian flavors as we enjoyed arancini, sfincione, pulpo, pane panelle, and crocche—each bite a tribute to tradition and celebration. To finish, we washed it all down with a cheeky and refreshing limonata a cosce aperte (“open legs lemonade”), an effervescent Neapolitan specialty bursting with zest. It was a feast of food, culture, and community spirit, the kind of day that stays with you long after the last sip of lemonade.

Chef Vincent Dardanello set up his lemonade stand in front of Amunì Restaurant

Blood oranges

Crocche and arancini

Pane panelle with ricotta on the side

Sfincione with anchovies

Sfincione without anchovies

Polpo

Photo of the Week: Madonna del Carmine, Chiesa Madre di San Michele Arcangelo, Pomarico, Matera

Photo by Andrew Giordano

Download Il Concordato del 1818 e la soppressione delle piccole diocesi della Costa d’Amalfi at Alta Terra di Lavoro

Il Concordato del 1818 e la soppressione delle piccole diocesi della Costa d'Amalfi by Crescenzo Paolo Di Martino explores how the Concordat of 1818, signed between Pope Pius VII and the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, reshaped the religious map of Southern Italy. On the Amalfi Coast, centuries-old dioceses—Ravello, Scala, Minori, and Capri—were suppressed and merged into Amalfi, despite local resistance and appeals to preserve their historic sees. The book highlights the clash between papal policy, Bourbon centralization, and the deep civic pride tied to cathedral tradition.

Available at Alta Terra di Lavoro: Read the full text in Italian (PDF)

Simple Pleasures — Charms and Curios

Always love seeing the unique things people collect — today it was a beautiful pair of ceramic cornicello and mano cornuta from Calabria. Folk tradition, protection, and artistry all in one.

Remembering Maria Amalia of Saxony, Queen of Naples and Sicily

24 November, 1724 — 27 September, 1760

In memory of Maria Amalia of Saxony, Queen of Naples and Sicily (later Spain), we pray for the happy repose of her soul. Viva ‘a Reggina!

Eternal rest grant unto Her Majesty, O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Michela Musolino and Rosa Tatuata at Poster House

Poster House
119 W. 23rd Street
New York, NY 10011

First Friday: Sicilian Frame Drum Workshop with Michela Musolino

Friday, Oct 3, 2025
2–3pm

Discover the vibrant rhythms and cultural heritage of Sicily in this hands-on workshop led by internationally recognized Sicilian-American singer and musician Michela Musolino. Presented in connection with the exhibition The Future Was Then: The Changing Face of Fascist Italy, this program explores the resilience of folk traditions and the enduring power of community expression through music.

Participants will receive guided instruction in the techniques of the Sicilian frame drum, one of the most important percussion instruments in Southern Italian folk culture.

Open to all experience levels; no prior musical background required.

Michela Musolino is an internationally recognized Sicilian-American singer who explores her cultural roots and shares them with the world through the study and reinterpretation of the folk songs of Sicily and Southern Italy. With voice and frame drum, Musolino sings songs of daily life, songs of feast days, songs of protest, and songs of love, weaving the ancient and the modern into powerful melodies. She is the founder of Rosa’s Drum, a cultural events and educational organization that promotes and teaches folk traditions from Sicily and Southern Italy.

Sicilian and Italian Folk Music with Michela Musolino and Rosa Tatuata

Friday, Oct 3, 2025
7–8pm

Experience the vibrant traditions of Sicilian and Southern Italian folk music with Michela Musolino and her ensemble, Rosa Tatuata, in a performance presented in connection with the exhibition The Future Was Then: The Changing Face of Fascist Italy. This program highlights the resilience of cultural expression in times of change, showing how folk music continues to bridge the past and present.

Drawing on years of research into traditional instruments—including the tamburo (Sicilian frame drum), organetto, marranzano (jaw harp), and zampogna (Southern Italian bagpipes)—Musolino and Rosa Tatuata weave a tapestry of sound that blends old-world authenticity with fresh interpretation.

Join us for an evening of music that celebrates resilience, joy, and cultural memory—an opportunity to hear how ancient traditions continue to resonate in our world today.

Michela Musolino is an internationally recognized Sicilian-American singer who explores her cultural roots and shares them with the world through the study and reinterpretation of the folk songs of Sicily and Southern Italy. With voice and frame drum, Musolino sings songs of daily life, songs of feast days, songs of protest, and songs of love, weaving the ancient and the modern into powerful melodies. She is the founder of Rosa’s Drum, a cultural events and educational organization that promotes and teaches folk traditions from Sicily and Southern Italy.

For more information, visit www.posterhouse.org

Simple Pleasures: N’ata Volta Ancora

Big thanks to my friend for this new T-shirt straight outta Napoli — it says “N’ata Volta ancora” (“One more time again”). Style, soul, and a little Neapolitan magic.

Feast of St. Therese at the Carmelite Monastery in Morristown, New Jersey

Compra Sud — Peppino’s Candy Shoppe

Let's support those who keep our traditions and folkways alive

Peppino's Candy Shop
7725 3rd Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11209
347-492-0643

www.peppinoscandyshoppe.com

Also see:
• Compra Sud — Peppino's Pizzeria Restaurant
• Compra Sud — Peppino’s Liquors & Wine

* Our recommendations will be unsolicited, and only from our personal experience. No second hand suggestions will be made.

Join Us at the 52nd Annual Bay Ridge Third Avenue Festival!

Arancini

This Sunday, September 28th, our friends at Amunì Restaurant (7217 3rd Ave.) will be bringing true Duosiciliano flavor (Sicilian & Neapolitan) to the 52nd annual Bay Ridge Third Avenue Festival!

Come savor: Golden Sicilian arancini, sfincioni, and refreshing limonata a cosce aperte (open legs lemonade)— an exploding lemonade straight from Naples.

Neapolitan-themed mini baking cups, perfect for serving bite-sized delights

The festival runs from 10 AM to 6 PM along 25 blocks of Third Avenue (69th to 94th Street) with 180+ vendors, live music, and family fun. Don’t miss this chance to taste tradition, right here in Brooklyn.

Amunì — let’s go eat!

America at the Crossroads

Audentes deus ipse iuvat

God favors the bold ~ Ovid, Metamorphoses

While I strive to maintain a certain level of detachment and self-control that enables me to navigate the chaos of the modern world without being consumed by it, I occasionally have to stop myself from sinking too deeply into the maelstrom of negativity that the internet produces. Unfortunately, some stories are too horrific to ignore.

The recent murder of Iryna Zarutska and the assassination of Charlie Kirk are just the latest. They’re not disturbing just because people were killed—tragically, people are killed every day—but because of the sick, callous reactions they provoked. The widespread celebration of the deaths, the gloating, the lack of sympathy, the calls for more violence, excuses, and outright support of the killers over the victims have been unconscionable.

This is especially true in the case of Kirk, whose work I was only vaguely familiar with before his murder, yet who—even in death—is being smeared with vitriol by his many detractors.

While there has never been a shortage of morally bankrupt ideologues eager to exploit tragedy for personal gain or to score cheap “political points,” these reactions have been especially reprehensible, even by today's low standards. Sinking to new lows, the perverse inversion of reality by politicians, talking heads, and activists rivals the fear-driven manipulations of COVID and the "mostly peaceful" riots of 2020.

Demons are real, and they wear human faces. We must face this reality and continually gird ourselves against these twisted mattoids—these genuinely evil individuals who seek only to cause pain and suffering out of hatred and malice. The trick is not to become like them.

"He who fights monsters," warned Nietzsche, "should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." (Beyond Good and Evil)

Often, in the wake of some horrific incident online, we see the words: “We don’t have to live like this.” Only if we take back our civilization—wresting it from the global elites and their useful idiots who have corrupted its schools (culture), its courts (justice), its governments (power), and above all, its churches (faith).

Prayer is essential, or else they wouldn’t be condemning it so much—but we also need action. Not violence, but a renewal of traditional principles—fealty to God, to family, and to country (pietas). America is at a crossroads, and if she cannot be reclaimed, then we must carve out sanctuaries—fortresses of faith where the flame of tradition endures. From these strongholds, rebirth can spread.

The choice is stark: surrender to the abyss, or rise with courage. If we do nothing, the demons will not stop—they will grow bolder, feeding on silence and apathy until nothing remains but ruin. But if we reclaim the inheritance of our forebears—the spirit that bound families, communities, and a people—then America can be more than a nation staggering from one outrage to the next.

This moment is not for cowards. It is for those willing to fight the decay not with despair, but with conviction. It is for those who believe, as Ovid did, that God favors the bold. And it is for those who refuse to bow to hatred, lies, and death. The hour is late, but not yet lost. Stand firm, pray deeply, and act boldly. The abyss does not decide our fate—we do. The future still belongs to those who dare.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, September 23rd, Feast of San Pio da Pietrelcina

Feast of St. Michael at St. John Vianney Church in Colonia, New Jersey

Photo of the Week: Statue of San Giacomo, Monte San Giacomo, Salerno

Photo by Andrew Giordano

Feast of St. Jerome at Sacred Heart of Jesus Church in Rockaway, New Jersey

Happy Autumn!

Photo by New York Scugnizzo

The Fall Equinox marks the transition of summer into winter. To celebrate the occasion and the season of Autumn, we would like to share a poem by Vittorio Clemente from Dialect Poetry of Southern Italy: Texts and Criticism (A Trilingual Anthology) edited by Luigi Bonaffini, Legas, 1997, p.37.

A tiempe de sorve

Nu gricele alla vite...Me retrove

ancora na cullane

de sorve mmane; e quile piuoppe ancore

remire abballe l'acque chela fronna

gialle che treme e lùcceche, ammussite

mpizze a nu rame nire; e revà ammonte

la voce, pe lu colle: "Quande è tiempe

de sorve, amore amore, già l'estate

ha pigliate la vie d'attraviezze..."

E pure mandemane, chela fronne

se raggruglie a nu fiate

de la muntagne. E dellà da nu vele

de nebbie, nfunne funne alla campagne,

chi ancora chiame? Chi redà na voce?

When Sorbs are in Season

A chill comes over me... a necklace

of sorbs, even now, in my hands;

even now the poplar

sees in the river

the shimmer of a yellow leaf

dangling from the tip

of a blackened bough... and a voice

surges through the hills: "When sorbs

my love, are in season, summer is already in flight..."

Later this morning the leaf

will shrivel, at a whish

of mountain wind. From across a veil

of fog, from far away across the fields,

who'll call out, even now? Whose voice will ring?

(Translated by Anthony Molino)

Remembering Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor

Statue of Carlo V sculpted by Vincenzo Gemito on the western facade
of the Royal Palace in the Largo del Palazzo Reale in Naples

In memory of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V (24 February 1500 – 21 September 1558), Carlo IV of Naples and Carlo V of Sicily, we pray for the happy repose of his soul.

Eternal rest grant unto His Imperial Majesty, O Lord and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen

Some Thoughts on the 99th Annual Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy

Sausage and peppers sandwich

Having worked the San Gennaro Feast in Little Italy for the past several years, I’ve seen a side of the celebration that most visitors never stop to consider.

It’s easy to criticize the festival, and the complaints aren't unfounded: the noise is relentless, the crowds overwhelming, and the prices seem to go up every year. The common refrain is always the same: “It used to be better.” “It’s not like it used to be.” “The neighborhood has changed.” And in many ways, all of that is true. But what often gets overlooked is the deeper reality: after 99 years, the Feast of San Gennaro is still alive, still vibrant, still carried forward with the same devotion, fire, and joy that gave birth to it nearly a century ago.

More than just food, I found a statue of San Gennaro at the Italian American
Emporium and a copy of Gaetano Cipolla's Giovanni Meli: Social Critic
(Legas, 2020) at the Italian American Museum 

Yes, there are vendors and hustlers chasing dollars, but there are also people who show up out of pure devotion to the saint, pride in their heritage, and love for the tradition. You see it at the Mass, in the grand procession, and at the musical stage where our favorite Neapolitan songs mingle with American standards, bridging generations and cultures.

One thing that rarely makes it into the conversation is how deeply people depend on the festival. Behind the flashing lights and carnival barkers are small business owners whose livelihoods hinge on these eleven days. One longtime shopkeeper confided to me that 80% of his annual income comes from San Gennaro. Without it, his store would close for good. For him—and many others—the feast is not just a tradition, but survival.

(L) I've noticed an increasing number of "shoulder buddies" weaving
through the crowds with snakes, parrots, lizards, and whatever the heck this
strange creature was. (R) Radio Man with my good buddy Nicky "Cheese"

There’s an immense amount of blood, sweat, and tears poured into making it all happen. From the crews setting up and managing the stalls to the society volunteers organizing the sacred elements, it’s a monumental effort fueled as much by grit as by faith.

Then there are the characters. Every year brings its own parade of not just floats, but people—some famous, some infamous, all unforgettable. In the span of a few days, I crossed paths with a couple of B-list celebrities, one A-list actress, an NFL quarterback, a former porn star (along with a very creepy fan stalking her), and a steady stream of influencers documenting every fried-dough bite. I even met mayoral hopeful Curtis Sliwa, in his trademark red beret.

Soppressata and provolone panini

Celebrity culture doesn’t impress me much, but I can’t help but marvel at how star-struck others become in these moments. In fact, if not for the fans' reactions, I wouldn't know who half these people are. What surprises me more is how often these public figures turn out to be approachable, even humble—reminding us that behind the stage lights and Instagram filters, they’re just people trying to enjoy the feast like everyone else.

Despite all the criticisms and all the ways the feast has “changed,” I can’t help but feel grateful that it continues at all. In a city where so many traditions have vanished under the weight of rising rents and shifting demographics, San Gennaro remains—imperfect, yes, but enduring. It’s a living reminder of the Italian spirit, of faith woven into food and community, of devotion dressed up with neon lights and sausage smoke.

Philly cheesesteak sandwich

As we look toward its 100th anniversary next year, I hope people see beyond the carnival surface to the deeper story unfolding in Little Italy every September: a story of resilience, devotion, and the messy, beautiful persistence of tradition. Evviva San Gennaro!

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, September 19th, The Feast of San Gennaro

(L-R) Charm displays range from simple to ornate

(L) Unable to visit the cemetery, I set up a small shrine at work to honor
my late mother on the anniversary of her death. (R) I'm eagerly anticipating
reading The Sicilian Puppet Theater of Agrippino Manteo (1884-1947)
by Jo Ann Cavallo (Anthem Press, 2022)

Steak and provolone panini

Blood sausage (morcilla) sandwich

(L-R) Deep-fried Oreo and zeppole

Sfogliatella

Brioche con gelato

Feast of St. Michael at St. Michael's Church in Staten Island, New York

Ponderable Quote from ‘La Monarchia Tradizionale’ by Francisco Elías de Tejada

The Universal Christian Enterprise

To the Kingdom, thus strengthened in its institutions and mature in its culture, those kings entrusted the unequal task of a historic mission: to defend the Catholic truth of Christ against the enemies from the north and the south, against Protestantism and Islamism. Today, when the phrase "intellectual war" holds no meaning for this weak, conformist Catholicism we endure, it will be difficult for many to grasp the historical genius that saved Christianity from being devoured by its enemies, thanks to the sacrifices that, alongside the other peoples of the Spanish Confederation, my ancestors faced courageously.

We were instruments of God. If Protestantism and Islamism were unable to close the circle that would have crushed that Christianity which still survived the European anthropocentric revolution, it was because God used our peoples as instruments of His glory and because our ancestors were able to devote themselves completely to the enterprise of fighting the battles of the Lord in the legendary tercios or on the benches of Trent, in war fleets or in the printing of books.

The highest glory of Neapolitan tradition lies in this missionary spirit, this intellectual war against Islam and against Europe. To ignore or disavow it is to willfully ignore or disown the very essence of the Kingdom of Naples. With this slovenly tendency toward the Creation of Europe, one will only succeed in destroying what remains of the old Parthenopean Kingdom.

* Translated from the Italian of La monarchia tradizionale, Francisco Elías de Tejada, 1963, Controcorrente Edizioni, 2001

Feast of Saints Cosmas and Damian at St. Anthony and St. Agnes Church in Utica, New York

New Book — Ferdinando Galiani: Economist, Diplomat, and Philosopher in the Age of Enlightenment

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• Ferdinando Galiani: Economist, Diplomat, and Philosopher in the Age of Enlightenment by Rosario Patalano

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To the Holy Sepulcher: Treasures from the Terra Sancta Museum

October 2, 2025, to January 5, 2026

This groundbreaking exhibition presents more than forty rare objects from the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Largely unknown to the public until their recent rediscovery, the opulent works range from liturgical objects in gem-encrusted gold and silver to richly decorated vestments in velvet, damask, and other luxurious materials. These treasures were donated by European Catholic monarchs and Holy Roman Emperors in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries to the church in Jerusalem, the religious center of the Christian faith, and have been safeguarded and used ever since by the Franciscan friars who maintain the site. The works represent the pinnacle of European goldsmithing and textile design of the era, much of which has otherwise been lost or severely damaged. Before the opening of the new Terra Sancta Museum in the next few years, these items from its holdings are traveling to several institutions in Europe and North America, including the Frick, the exhibition’s first venue in the United States.

The exhibition is organized by Xavier F. Salomon, the Frick’s Deputy Director and Peter Jay Sharp Chief Curator, along with Jacques Charles-Gaffiot and Benoît Constensoux, members of the Terra Sancta Museum’s Scientific Committee. Commented Salomon, “This exhibition presents a completely unique opportunity for visitors, building on the Frick’s successful past presentations highlighting masters of European decorative arts. Displayed for the first time in the United States, the exquisite objects in this show are rare survivals, as similar objects were often severely damaged, melted down, or otherwise lost—nothing like them survives in the countries in which they were created. We are deeply grateful for this collaboration with the Custody of the Holy Land as we look ahead to the opening of the Terra Sancta Museum, which will offer a more permanent public display of these treasures.” For his work on the exhibition, occurring over a period of years, Salomon has been awarded the Cross of Merit (Crucem Ex Merito) by the Equestrian Order of the Holy Sepulcher of Jerusalem. The ceremony for this prestigious honor will take place this fall.

This is Salomon’s last exhibition at The Frick Collection after a tenure of more than a decade at the helm of the museum’s Curatorial Department. Following the show’s opening, Salomon will take up the role of Director of the Calouste Gulbenkian Museum in Lisbon, Portugal, in November.

Major support is provided by Cassie Arison and Niv Alexander, Jim and Alys Garman, and The Christian Humann Foundation.

Additional funding is provided by Margot and Jerry Bogert; Ayesha Bulchandani; The Coby Foundation, Ltd.; David and Julie Tobey; Kathleen Feldstein; The Gladys Krieble Delmas Foundation; Barbara A. Reuter and William J. Williams Jr.; Marie-Josée and Henry R. Kravis; Edward Lee Cave; The Dau Family Foundation; the Equestrian Order of the Holy Sepulchre of Jerusalem, Eastern Lieutenancy; James Marlas and Marie Nugent-Head Marlas†; Denise and Andrew Saul; Mrs. Stanley DeForest Scott; Gabelli Funds; Mrs. Roger Berlind; The Helen Clay Frick Foundation; The Honorable and Mrs. Earle Mack; and an anonymous donor.

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A Bittersweet Portrait

Painted portrait

Finis vitae sed non amoris. [1]

I do not mean to sound melancholy, but as the years pass, I find myself ever more often pondering both the life I have lived and the death that awaits me. This truth, so often ignored by the world, presses upon me—suddenly and unbidden—when I least expect it. Recently, it was an old oil painting of me as a small child, clutching a harmonica, that drew me into this meditation.

From what I was told, my father commissioned a local artist to paint it as a gift for my mother. The portrait cost him fifty dollars, which was a great sacrifice at the time. My mother, expecting my younger brother, received it with joy, though she worried that the new child would feel forgotten. So, a year or so later, my father sought out the artist and had a companion portrait made of him.

These two portraits adorned my parents’ wall until their deaths. Then, as was fitting, my brother and I inherited our respective canvases.

His painting will almost certainly pass on to his children. Mine, having no heirs, will likely be discarded, its ornate frame perhaps salvaged. Now and then, I joke to myself that it deserves a place in a Museum of Counter-Revolutionary Heroes, though of course no such museum exists, and I would hardly merit a place in it even if it did.

But the worth of the portrait lies not in me, nor even in the skill of the unknown artist. I love it because my parents once loved it. It recalls the years when their life together was full of hope, when they still looked toward the future with the serene confidence of youth. It is, in a way, a relic of their devotion, a visible testimony of the hidden sacrifices that sustain a family.

When I gaze upon it now, I am confronted not only with memories but with judgment. It whispers of my many failings, of the ways I may have disappointed those who gave me life. Yet this sorrow becomes, through grace, a spur toward repentance. For in honoring our fathers and mothers, we fulfill God’s commandment. Even after their deaths, we owe them fidelity, gratitude, and the striving to live rightly, lest their sacrifices be in vain.

Thus, the portrait becomes a Memento mori (remember you must die). It teaches me that my life is not my own possession, but a link in a chain of faith and love that stretches back to my ancestors and forward, God willing, into eternity. It reminds me that death is not the end, but a passage. And above all, it urges me to live in such a way that when I, too, am painted before the Throne of God, the likeness may not be one of failure, but of a son who, however weak, sought always to be faithful.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, September 16th, Feast of Saints Cornelius and Cyprian

[1] The end of life, but not of love.

Fifteenth Sunday After Pentecost at St. Michael's Church in Staten Island, New York

The Warrior Prelate: Cardinal Fabrizio Ruffo

Cardinal Fabrizio Ruffo
b. Sept. 16, 1744—d. Dec. 13, 1827

Today we remember and honor the great counter-revolutionary hero Cardinal Fabrizio Ruffo, the warrior prelate who liberated the Kingdom of Naples from Franco-Jacobin tyranny. 

When Napoleon’s Grande Armée invaded the Kingdom of Naples in December 1798 and installed the Jacobin satellite state (Repubblica Partenopea), Ruffo followed the Bourbon Royal Family to Palermo, Sicily. Named vicar-general on January 25th, 1799, the grey-haired Cardinal crossed the Strait of Messina to his native Calabria with just seven companions to recapture the Kingdom. 

On February 8th they landed at Punta del Mezzo in Reggio, Calabria. Armed with only a banner emblazoned with the royal coat-of-arms and a cross, Ruffo began to raise an army. Issuing an encyclical letter commanding the clergy and magistrates to preach the crusade, men from all walks of life readily rallied to defend their faith and traditions, and to restore their legitimate rulers, King Ferdinand IV and Queen Maria Carolina. In less than a month 17,000 Calabrese, including many soldiers from the disbanded Bourbon army, joined the burgeoning ranks of his Royal Christian Army of the Holy Faith (Sanfedisti). Continue reading

Months Mind Requiem at the Shrine Chapel of the Blessed Sacrament in Raritan, New Jersey

Simple Pleasures: Enjoying a Beer

Even months after Napoli’s historic fourth Scudetto, the joy still lingers—and we’re still raising crisp, cold Neapolitan beer in celebration. Forza Napoli Sempre!