After breakfast I dashed off a few streets
away to get my hair cut. I was there at the parruchierre
per uomo at the dot of 9am and was the first customer. A very nice cut it
was too, for €10, about the same cost as from my Sydney barber from Palermo.
After listening to Joan raving about the joys of a bidet, I requested
instructions and tried it out for myself, much to my satisfaction.
It took forever to exit Palermo – the morning
traffic is excruciatingly slow, but once out of the city we were immediately
rewarded with wonderful coastal scenery. This continued for the next half to
three quarters of an hour along the coast toward Trapani. It’s mountains by the
sea with some rugged cliffs here and there. For a stretch there were fabulous
views across the Bay of Castellammarre. We headed inland toward Segesta, through beautifully open country with expanded views – my heaven.
Our destination was the Greek temple at
Segesta. It’s in quite good condition given its age – a lovely yellow/orange
hue. All the columns are still there.
Continuing we entered the town of xxx,
looking for lunch and water. A desolate sort of place where we didn’t find any
food, and then, through the GPS’s evil machinations, took about half an hour to escape from. It couldn’t make
up its mind which way to Trapani, which coupled with some driver error had us
going in circles. Grrrr.
As it was before our scheduled arrival at the
B&B in Paceco outside Trapani, we headed in to Trapani and
eventually found a café that fed us. After a brief tour of the port area,
featuring a huge cruise ship, we made our way past salt pans to our B&B. Our B&B if we could find it.
The advised street number was 42 and we could find a 44, but there was nothing
adjacent to it. We drove up and down the street several times to no avail. In
desperation we had to call them and mentioned the GPS. Oh no, the GPS is no
good we were told. English was not good but we got the gist to drive into town
from where we were. We found it in the end, noticing that we had driven past
the inconspicuous entrance several times before – Grrrr2!
Undeterred after a short rest we made our
way back into Trapani for a closer
look. Being a port town with a cruise terminal, there were several prominent
tourist streets with the same offerings as other places we’ve visited. We
looked in several churches, one quite good, and as is now de rigeur, came across another wedding. What is it about this
matrimonial mania here?
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| Our B&B |
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| Orological house |
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| Orological house |
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| Looming cruise ship |
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| Nun ironing altar cloth |
After a short rest back home we made our way into Paceco to eat and found our restaurant
easily. As so often on this trip, we were the first customers. We thought we
ordered mussels for starters but were given something much much tastier – a real
treat. I had pondered what spaghetti sepia
might be. A woman at the next table helpfully noted that this was octopus. Okay, I
like octopus so I ordered it. When it arrived it was black spaghetti. I should have known – coloured by octopus ink. It tasted okay though, but it left
my tongue black too.
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