Sicily, so loud and vibrant and full of saints (prayed to) and sinners (prayed for). We consumed endless gelato and tomatoes and had carafes of wine with every meal, walked the cobblestones, heard the roar of scooter races and stray kittens mewing, worshipped the sun.
A raucous, rambunctious, epicurean city of delights.
June in Lisbon, street parties, warm sun, pasteis de nata, steep hills, summer naps, riots of colour.
Changed trains in Spain to a sleeper, woke up in sunny, warm Lisbon.
Never underestimate the pleasures of being alone; travelling alone. Paris is an old friend.
