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the old stones



*photo of one of the citadelle’s wall in Bonifacio, September 2016)

They have to retain

(the stones, the old ones)

in their dark coldness

prayers and sobs

and the splendors of joy


The musiciens*



musiciensmeta1.jpgEvery day, getting on the train,

the clever ones, I entertain,

while they wake up, slowly

taping, discretely,

but never, never give me any money



*On the platform,  two musicians  stand by and look at the travellers with suspicion. They  caught my attention because they do not seem to live in another world (that of music), like other musicians I cross  sometimes path with.

When the train arrives, they climb on the train, play their instruments, then pass, resentful,  in the wagons, openly asking for money, casting contemptuous glances at those who do not give anything, and omitting to thank those who do not give enough. All the hardness of life in their rugged faces.

Good bye Sicily

Market che Ballaro


Ortigia, the port


quattro canti, Palermo



What I did not like: not having done everything that had been planned. Having a cold . Having  little contact with the Sicilians (other than  Alessio). Palermo Airport and Air Italia. The camera that did not behave  and forgetting  the camera the day I went to the capella palatina (even if the camera would have been unable to capture its  beauty).
What I liked: Everything! The cities, the sea, the mix of cultures, particularly in Palermo. The Sicilian identity, which seems real  to me, although I am unable to describe it. Markets, shop windows in  Palermo which are like works of art. When I get rich, in another life, I will go to vintage shops, antique shops and art galleries in  Palermo.

Ortigia (Sicily)

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Ortigia is the historical heart of Siracusa (a small island joined to main land with 3 bridges) where I spent more time than  Siracusa, partly because I lived there and I had less energy but also because I loved the atmosphere. I live at Lynette’s, an adoptive  Italian who left South Africa  are more than forty years ago. She lived in Florence for thirty years and came to settle in Sicily after the death of her husband, to be closer to the sea. She did not know where she wanted to live in Sicily, but as soon as she saw Ortigia, she knew it was where she would settle. I understand. What a nice mix of Greek and Italian history, architectural splendour and natural beauty! The  Baroque architecture which characterizes Siracusa and Ortigia was born from the reconstruction of the city after the earthquake that destroyed everything in 1693. The recent events in Italy recall the long history of Italy with natural disasters. The  remains of a Greek temple dedicated to Apollo, the only or rare example of Greek columns in one piece were uncovered. In Piazza Duomo, the cathedral has an  baroque front, but once inside,  the impressive columns of an ancient Greek temple dedicated to Athena are mind blowing.

There is also a lively market, but when I visited, my camera was playing  up and I could not take pictures, but it is a genuine market, where vegetables are imperfect and full of soi. I was later able to get some  pictures in the city, but it is not easy to capture the majesty of the buildings with a single lens that can not take very large angles. There are few tourists and Sicilians gather  in the many cafes after the siesta. It comes alive in the evenings.

Lynette loves Italy but  has the impression that the government abandoned this part of the world, which partly explained the poor state of public transport. She swims  every day with her dog George, a beautiful basset who has a bad temper.

Slow travel (2)




I had been warned about the unreliability of regional trains in Italy, but since my  decision to use public transport is unwavering, I try to take the train to Siracusa.
Plan A: leaving  Taormina-Giardini at eleven o’clock (the travel agent has confirmed the time and print the ticket), arriving at 2pm in  Siracusa, taking  the bus to Noto soon after my arrival  and returning in the  evening in  Ortigia (close Siracusa), where I live,  to take a walk “in town”. The next day, going  to Raguzza and Modica) and visit Siracusa and Ortigia in depth on  the last day.

Plan B: Planning to leave  Taormina-Giardini at eleven o’clock  but leaving at  Taormina  2:10 p.m., for reasons that I do not come to understand. Waiting for the train on  platform one , as  indicated on the board, then having to run to  platform  two at the last minute, with all the other passengers (and vice versa for the passengers of  platform two) to catch the train and arriving in  Siracusa at four-thirtypm. If one  must wait for a train for hours, Taormina-Giardini station is ideal, it is one of the most beautiful train stations I have ever seen, with sea views. Each time that a train arrives, a passenger or two is expelled by three armed, and always elegant, police officers. One might think that the expulsed  passenger will be ashamed, but each expulsion is  followed by a hectic debate fuelled by the passenger who seems to think he is absolutely right to be on the train. Another passenger yells into a phone (we know after a few minutes there is nobody on the other end) while waiting for his train for an hour.

Lynette is comprehensive and does not blame me for being late. I am  immediately seduced by Ortigia. The small studio is quite strange, located in a street where you can hear everything happening at the neighbours. In this part of the world, one  has little choice but  to live one’s  life more or less in public. Anyway, it is too late to go to  Noto. Lynette adds that there are no buses on Sundays. I am disappointed, but I am in favour of a day off for workers and I find it nice that Sicily does not yield (for now) with tourists, but it means Ortigia, which was meant to be a base   many visits, will not fulfill completely its purpose. To make matters worse, I am more or less paralyzed the next day by a bad cold (air conditioning in the train to Taormina) and I hardly get out.  In the end I will only see  Siracusa and Ortigia, but both are worth it.

Taormina (Sicile)


IMG_0551.JPGIMG_0487.JPGIMG_0575.JPGThere is a train that goes “directly” from Naples to Taormina? Really ? I thought, naively perhaps, that Sicily was an island separated from the rest of Italy by the Mediterranean. Are there a bridge, a secret track which I know the existence? When I asked the controller if I have to change trains en route, the answer is categorical: it goes directly to Taormina. However, all official posts of the train mention Palermo and other cities, but never Taormina. And the train will simply go on the ferry going to Sicily. The first part of the trip is therefore to listen most attentively all posts and seriously wondering if I’ll get there. Then I see the sea, waiting thirty minutes, then the train is firmly committed to the rails of the ferry and so we set off for Sicily. All passengers must get off and I can well see some Italy disappear while another appears quickly. After a voyage of thirty minutes, the ferry and the train arrives at Messina. Passengers back on the train and arrive soon in Taormina. Then jump in a taxi to get to airbnb of Taormina, near the gates of the old city. The main reason for this decision is the nearby Mount Etna. Unfortunately, when I arrived, the weather is rainy and we can see the mythical Mount.

So I am walking in the old city and, despite the rainy weather, the city is a little too chic still wonderful. I find the beginning of a mix of cultures that make this part of the world: the Roman world and the Greek world. It is very beautiful Greek mosaics scattered throughout the city, a small Roman theater and a magnificent Greek theater, which is not in remarkable condition. Especially the atmosphere in the air and the splendid view of the sea that are in the upper tiers that my breath away.
At the edge of the cliff, numerous upscale hotels strangely reminiscent of the vision of Italy that is found in Hollywood films of the fifties and sixties. Hoteliers do not miss also not list the very long list of American stars and famous writers who have stayed there. Very nice city then, but not quite Sicily I imagine. This judgment, anyway is very short, and as I was not able to go on Mount Etna, it’s time to go on the train.