“Pay me these lines weight in gold, not for their extraordinary beauty, but because I, my self, have to pay them so dear. If I estimate every little star a dime and a penny for every deep murmur of the sea, ten Lire the small red fire on top of Mount Etna and a half Lira every balmy air every other hour – as you see, I don’t consider the reflections of the sea, nor the trees, nor the old castle, and even the ones’ of the Greek theatre that had nothing with which to draw attention – then, it’s truly worth it and glory be to God who sent me to this part of the world” (K. Capek – “Fogli italiani”)
This is the second part of my little reportage about Sicily (here you will find the first part); well, welcome to everyone and happy return from summer holidays!
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