23 September Location, Location

On a great wedge-shaped mountain which looms over this stretch of coast is the town of Erice. It rained until we arrived and then stopped. It was a hair-raising drive to the top but the views were worth it. We saw the main church, sampled the wares of the famous pasticceria, and admired the views. Along the way I engaged with the street art.

Then we drove down the mountain - me with my eyes closed. After lunch, we arrived at the site of ancient Segesta. It boasted a great little theatre, more views and a famous temple wrapped in an "artwork" which made it look like a crime scene. Apparently Sicilians joke that it ruins a ruin. Yep.

At the bottom was a plaque testifying to Mussolini's enthusiasm for archaeology. 

Dinner was al fresco in the historic centre. Palermo, so far, seems a mess of heedless driving, uncollected garbage and enthusiastic nightlife.