Syracuse, Sicily: Salt Air, Quiet Lanes, and the Island That Still Feels Lived In
I crossed the short bridge onto Ortigia late in the afternoon, when the stone still held the day's heat and the sea was turning that particular blue-green you only get here. Syracuse has Greek, Roman, Arab, and Norman layers stacked so thick the guidebooks can barely keep up. What stayed with me was simpler: laundry … Read more