What a burning heat that afternoon... A man was walking on the sunny promenade, he had preferred to walking rather than getting on a carriage, he wanted to enjoy the amazing view of his city: Naples.
Always with him, his Panama hat, a little crumpled, almost disused, but always elegant.
It was 1924, in those years the barber was often combined with job of perfumer.
So that man, provided with anything but his "tools" and his “eau de cologne” was crossing the town. That man was Antonio, my grandfather.
From him, Panama1924 ...
Michele Boellis