Noto Means Known

This is our third and final night in Noto....the quintessential Baroque city of Sicily.

 Here is what we know.....

 Nothing stays the same....

The agricultural valleys we passed driving to here are no longer just vast expanses of green (orchards and vineyards and fields as one would expect) but now there are massive areas where the crops are covered in huge tents of white plastic sheeting. (I am hopeful and yet doubtful that it can be reused year after year after year rather than discarded like so much plastic in the world.)

It seems that every major piazza sports a prominently located defibrillator. (Has this always been so or am I just now more apt to notice/appreciate their presence?)

And yet some things remain the same....

Michael can still manage to drive crazy little roads with me (and now google) navigating....though I am unsure if the cataract makes him more nervous or conversely blindly, ignorantly brave.

There are no more perfectly suited libations than a Cappuccino in the morning and a Campari spritz in the evening enjoyed in Italy.

And the Italian sun illuminates its native stones like nowhere else I have ever been on earth. Even in the brightest light of the day, for instance, the  Cattedrale of Noto looks like this:

And even from behind from our little balcony it looks like this:

#nofilters

Buona Sera, Mrs. Campbell.