After visiting the ruins in Siracusa, Carrie, Ginny, Lena, and I wound our way towards the beautiful old port town of Ortigia. Because of the narrow channel of water separating this island from the mainland of Sicily, Ortigia seems distinctly different from larger Siracusa. It felt like we had left the hubbub of modern Sicily behind and had stepped back in time.
We wound our way through a fruit and vegetable market, stopping here and there to snap pictures or dip into Sicilian ceramic shops. Carrie snapped this photos of Lena on my back as I bent over to take pictures of sun-dried tomatoes. Someone was getting a little weary of all the adventuring!
Eventually we walked into the blindingly white central piazza, Piazza del Duomo, where all the buildings and pavement gleamed of clean limestone. After some perusing of menus, we settled on a charming little trattoria with amazing pizza offerings. I ordered un mezzo litro del vino bianco della casa (hope my grammar is right, but I meant “a half-liter of the house’s white wine”), and we settled down to take in the piazza.
photo by Carrie