On my first morning in Palermo, I woke to the song of the seagulls. Lovely, right? That was immediately followed by the aggressive, rhythmic crunch of breaking glass -the true anthem of the Sicilian trash truck. Even in a "quiet" residential area, Palermo cannot help itself; it is a city that lives out loud. That … Continue reading Palermo: the beautiful and unapologetic onion
Sometimes I have a good laugh reading people’s reviews. In one of the churches I visited in Palermo, someone had given it 1 star in Google Reviews, saying “Isn’t there anything else to do in Palermo besides visiting Churches?”. Oh that made me giggle. When I travel and I look at the people around me … Continue reading Palermo Doesn’t Cater: A Journey Through Seven Churches and One Missed Bus
You are what we were, we are what you will be In other words, memento mori. This quote is from one of my favourite places I visited in Palermo - Catacombes dei Cappucini. Remember, we'll all die. Regardless of who we are amongst the living or how much you have. In the end at least … Continue reading The Day I Visited the Dead to Remember I Was Alive – an essay from Palermo
The Winged Bone 