On Saturday evening everyone comes out on the streets for the weekly passeggiata. Families, young couples, nuns, old people, boys on motor scooters, everyone comes out to socialize, and eat gelato and candy, and court, and shop. Guys try to pick up girls. Kids set off firecrackers. Cars try to inch through the narrow congested streets. I saw all this happening from the window of my room as I sipped Sicilian wine. After the second glass, I too took to the streets.
When I'd had enough of the noise and bustle, I returned to my room for a final glass of wine before bedtime. Here is a photo of a tired, happy, slightly inebriated traveller:
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