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Naples is the only place where a trip to the bancomat turns into a nice day out. I stood behind a group of three men, one of whom wanted money. The other two decided to check their balances while having an animated conversation about travel agents. It took them twenty minutes, and they were completely oblivious to an increasingly annoyed Englishman sighing and standing behind them in a bored way. In fact, they weren’t oblivious at all, they just didn’t give a toss.