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My last few days in Sicily were very fun. On Saturday, Aisling and I went to Licata to see our new friends who are living on a boat there and putting together an anarchist opera. (We met them through a shared admiration of a cherub-encrusted cigar holder at the antique market in Siracusa a few weeks ago.) Saturday night was spent at a magical beach party with artists, musicians, acrobats, puppet-makers, video editors etc.

On Monday we headed over to Palermo by bus, and were quite content to wander the streets at random rather than try and fit in a load of sightseeing. We’d had enough of that in Ragusa, Taormina, Noto etc. Palermo had a great atmosphere and was nice and bustling after our experience living in the much smaller Siracusa. The people were very friendly too.

On Tuesday we went to the beach at Mondello, which was horrible – too small and crowded with teenagers and tat – so we kept walking until we found a rocky beach with hardly anyone on it. We drank strawberry and lemon granita; a damn good combination.

We went for dinner at L’Antico Arco and were given roses by a charming kid (the Sicilian/Asian equivalent of a Dickensian urchin) who wasn’t even trying to get money for them – though they may have been bought for us by a man at another table. He came over to chat to us about the football, as did the jocular restaurant owner (who enjoyed telling Aisling not to cry about Ireland’s performance).

In Licata we had slept on mattresses on the floor in a theatre building, which was fine for a short time but meant we really appreciated our B&B in Palermo. We stayed at  B&B L’Olivella which was brilliant. Everything was spot-on, from the decor to the lovely owner, Elena. I told her I would be leaving too early to make it to breakfast on Wednesday morning so she left me some food out along with coffee in a flask and a note saying ‘Buongiorno e buon viaggio, Alexis.’ Very sweet.

Since returning home I have continued to eat too much pasta. For anyone who knows me well, this means that all is right with the world.

One Response to “Palermo”
  1. Kàrl says:

    Your experience of Palermo sounds great. Mine consisted of getting hassled for money by beggars every few minutes and side-stepping piles of rubbish

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