a week in Sicily East coast.
Discoveries between Trapani, Favignana, Erice, Segesta and Palermo.
We got sun burned biking around and lying in the beaches of Favignana island.
Walked the medieval streets of Erice and stared at the view of Trapani from up there.
Stood still in front of the magnificence Greek temple of Segesta.
My eyes filed up with tears for the beauty and uniqueness of the church of Santissimo Salvatore in Palermo.
And when I finally entered the cappella Palatina of Palermo’s Royal Palace I almost fainted. The magnitude and bliss of the combination of art and sacred made my heart beat way too fast.
Yes: I might suffer from the Stendhal Syndrome.
View of Torre di Ligny, Trapani
Artizan paining ceramics
Port of Favignana
No words needed
Favignana colors
Streets of Trapani
The stairs in a Palazzo
Favignana
Murales in memory of Giovanni Falcone
Caletta close to Torre di Ligny, Trapani
View from Erice
Erice, Duomo
Me walking in the streets of Trapani
Salt plants in Trapani
Front of a Palazzo
Old Fish Market
Historical Book shop in Trapani
The Temple of Segesta
Seaside, Favignana
Market, Palermo
Palermo, celing of Teatro Massimo
Celing Cappella Palatina, Palermo
Sunset at lungomare in Trapani
Chiesa Santissimo Salvatore, Palermo
Cappella Palatina, Palermo
Front of a palazzo in ruin, Palermo
On the culinary front, I stopped counting the cannolis and ice cream we had. Not to mention the street food, the arancini, rice balls with a variety of fillings.
On the way to the temple of Segesta we went off road to the village of Dattilo only to taste the famous cannoli of a bar.
Admittedly I went over my limits when I ordered a pizza with gorgonzola, mascarpone, mozzarella, spek and pistache.
But the highest culinary moment was the dinner at Loggia 66, with elevated flavours: grilled octopus on hummus salad and the turning point, the trofie pasta with gamberi and pistachios. Unforgettable.
