To echo what Tattie Bogle said a couple of years ago, we were in Naples one day in October 2013, having just had a wonderful morning in the archaeological museum. We were crossing the main road and heading for a pizzeria (where else would you eat in Napoli!). A few drops of rain began to fall, and all of a sudden hundreds of blokes selling umbrellas appeared on the streets as from nowhere. A phenomenon!

The ensuing rainstorm was legendary and positively biblical, but the pizzeria was a perfect haven, and the pizzas were supreme. Mrs Steve had a huge Margherita and I had (unwisely, as I could hardly move for the rest of the afternoon) a pizza fritta (which was about three times as big as any Cornish pasty). Later, we went to see the martyred San Gennaro's bones ( the patron saint of Napoli) in the crypt of the duomo (bloody Catholics...)

One of that handful of days that make all the best memories. Thinking back, it was those brolly salesmen...!