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In the Old Town of Siracusa, located on Ortigia, on an island connected by two bridges to the main town, I observe a wedding in a synagogue in the town's Jewish ghetto. Outside Palermo, Peppe points out the spot where, in 1992, an assassin triggered the bomb that killed anti-Mafia judge Giovanni Falcone, whose death marked a turning point in Sicily's war against organized crime. Two hours after arriving in Palermo, I am standing inside the Galleria degli Specchi at the Palazzo Gangi, beneath centuries-old chandeliers, surrounded by gilded everything. On my last full day, I wake up in Taormina, on Sicily's east coast, and tiptoe into the sea as the sun rises and the town sleeps. [Extracted from the article] |
