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March 4, 2014 Here’s my beloved Piazza Duomo, with the church of San Giorgio perched atop a high staircase, her chest puffed out, proud and lovely. The piazza is our salon–it is here that we celebrate, gossip, soak in the sun, raise a glass of wine, listen to the clamor of the bells.
And now a shot from days gone by. It’s from an old postcard–shot maybe 50-60 years ago? The clock appears to have been in working order back then, but other than that not too much has changed, thank goodness.
*** December 19, 2013 Stars burn. Leaves whisper. The village is waiting for Natale, waiting for 2013 to run out. You can sometimes catch a glimpse of a Christmas tree behind shutters. Boxes of panettone crowd out everything else in mini-markets. Poinsettias shimmer red on the piazza. But otherwise, no hoopla in the village. Just a quiet wait.
November 19, 2013 Somewhere deep in the heart of Sicily, there’s a moment of pure peace.
March 29, 2013 The altar boys go first.
Then comes a fallen Jesus.
Brawny young shoulders carry him aloft. Comes a dolorous Mary. Out of church we go. Down a long steep staircase. Balance carefully now. Down. Down. Down. Into the crowd. Past my little Alis market and into the night, thick with funeral song.
*** October 21, 2012 When I throw open the shutters in the morning, the cupola is there, like a gift. The color of sweet latte. It is moody, changeable, capriciosa.
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Note: Slides of the Cathedral of San Giorgio in Ragusa Ibla. |
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