One day last summer, Giuseppe L’Astorina was spending time in Naples with his family when the conversation turned, as it often did, to their beloved aunt Antonietta Piscitelli.
Their zia was a free spirit who loved elegance. Though she had chosen to live abroad over staying in Italy, she kept close bonds with her sisters and their children. She was their pen pal and always mailed them glittery Christmas cards that played music when opened.