Arches & Moors: Restoring a Damp House in Sicily, Part 6

March 30, 2010

Surprise! The 20th-century layers have been chipped off my walls, and I think we’ve found—in addition to big old blocks of Norman stone—some traces of Arab architecture.

North African Moors ruled Sicily for only a couple of centuries more than a millennium ago, but their influence on the island was, and is, huge.

Before I show you my little discovery, take a good look, if you will, at these keyhole-shaped doorways in North Africa.

Moroccan keyhole door, copyright Jann Huizenga

Man Praying in Fez Mosque, Morocco, copyright Jann Huizenga

OK, now compare those doorways with the one below in my house. The arch shape turned up when we pulled off the modern wooden door frame. Don’t you think it looks vaguely Moorish in design?

Arch in House in Ragusa Ibla, Sicily, Copyright Jann Huizenga It’s not as beautiful as those North African doors, I know, and the curved thingamajig is way up top rather than in the middle of the arch, but still … it makes me wonder. It’s certainly not a pure Roman or Greek arch (more on that below).

I now have three of these vaguely Moorish arches on the top floor of my casa.

The house is a historical puzzle. The top floor, I’m quite sure, was built sometime soon after the 1693 earthquake that leveled not just Ragusa Ibla, but much of southeast Sicily.  As I’ve mentioned earlier, the stone blocks in this doorway and elsewhere in the house were looted from the Norman castle that stood on this site and crumpled in that quake. (I know this only because neighbors have told me.)

So, assuming the above timeline, this means that 700 years after the Moors left Sicily, local Sicilian builders still carried traces of their Arab heritage in their builders’ DNA.

Everything here is so knotted and twisted together; it’s hard to tease out the many strands of history from all the superimposed cultures and styles. Layers upon layers—that’s what Sicily is all about.

The house becomes older the lower you go. The bottom floor used to be a cantina, a place where wine was made and stored (soon to be guest quarters). The arch down there seems Greco-Roman in style, an uninterrupted curve.

Arch in a House in Ragusa Ibla, Sicliy, copyright Jann Huizenga

When was it constructed? Stay tuned. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out. Perhaps you have an insight?

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For more on the Muslim rule of Sicily, click here.

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In Sicily Lies the Key to Everything

March 27, 2010Sicilian Men Chatting, copyright Jann Huizenga

To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is to not have seen Italy at all, for in Sicily lies the key to everything.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Italian Journey

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A Few of my Favorite (Sicilian) Things

March 24, 2010

1. The buttercup sprouting from stone

Flowers Grow on a Church in Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

2.  The lovely laundry

Laundry Hanging in Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

3. The layering of history

The Layered Walls of Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

4. The little truck

Yellow Truck in Sicily, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

5. The arched doorway

Arched Door in Sicily, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

6. The coppola

Men Wearing Sicilian Hats, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

7. The ice cream sandwich

Sicilian Ice Cream Sandwich, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

8. The stuffed scaccia

Sicilian Scaccia, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

9. The sacred olive

Sicilian Olives, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

10. And, (drum roll) … the Sicilian!

Sicilian Baker, Copyright Jann Huizenga 2010

What are your favorite Sicilian things?

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Restoring a Damp House in Sicily, Part 5

March 20, 2010

Chink chink. Whack whack. Hammers bounce off chisels. Lumps of plaster drop like overripe fruit exposing ancient stones, ghosts of centuries past.


I’m giddy, over the moon. And look! A stone arch where an ugly closet used to be! I love going backward in time.

But like the Sicilian saying goes: Quantu cchiù autu è lu munti, tantu cchiù profunna è la valli, the higher the mountain, the deeper the valley.

Neighbors—a stocky elderly couple—knock at the door one day just after I’ve arrived back from Rome. “Signora, there’s a problema.” They seem agitated. “Come see.”

I follow them up a flight of steps into their home. The houses in Ragusa Ibla are fitted together like jigsaw pieces; neighbors live over me, under me, to the right and to the left. The couple waves arms around and jabbers in sync. What in God’s name are they pointing at?

When my eyes adjust to the semi-darkness, I see what must be dozens of cracks like spider legs crawling over the walls. Bad news indeed, but what do these blessed spider legs have to do with me?

“Signora, all the pounding away in your house has ruined our walls.”

For a minute the room lacks oxygen. Are these cracks really new? Sicily is on a fault line. This could have happened years ago. I want to bring up these ideas, but of course I don’t. Instead I say in a voice sharp as a prickly pear, “Let me speak to the project manager. We’ll resolve this.”

Things are getting tangled up. Cu’ havi terra, havi guerra, Sicilians say, owning land is like fighting a war.

What will this cost? I’m hemoragging cash. The dollar is at an all-time low. I consult with Sicilians in the know.

Mason: No way we could we have done that. Impossibile. You’d be a fool to pay a centesimo.

Friend 1: Sicilians see Americans as a giant slot machine. Don’t pay.

Project Manager: It’s possible we did cause the cracks. We’ll never know. Pay up. Keep the peace.

Friend 2: It’s extortion, pure and simple.

Have they typecast me? The lady with the American dollars? Have I destroyed their walls? Do I now have two houses to restore? What to do?

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Sicily is an Old Wall

March 17, 2010

Sicily is an old wall, pitted and crumby as stale cake.

Old Sicilian Wall, copyright Jann Huizenga

Burning with Pompeian colors.

Old Wall in Sicily, copyright Jann Huizenga

Glowing with graffiti.

Old Sicilian Wall, copyright Jann Huizenga

Wrinkled as an ancient face.

Old Sicilian Wall, copyright Jann Huizenga

Yellowed as old newsprint.

Old Wall in Siracusa, Sicily, copyight Jann Huizenga

Fresh-plastered walls don’t have half the charm.

UNESCO money has poured into Southeast Sicily’s eight World Heritage towns. Let’s hope restorers don’t get too zealous.

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