There are a group of islands called the Egadi islands to visit off the coast of Trapani. We chose to visit the smallest, Levanzo, since the graffiti appealed to us. Google maps was slightly inaccurate when telling my sister they were right next to the port. We ended up getting a boat for 15-20mins around part of the island.
The entrance to the grotto was a hobbits door and we all bent over with our heads bowed to enter and walked crouched down for a few meters. Inside the grotto the guide lit up sections of the wall where there were wall paintings from 7,000-8,000BC. The people used animal fat and the subjects were people, utilities and tuna and a dolphin. They were simple but fascinating. He lit up different parts of the wall with engravings from 12,000 BC. They were hard to see at first but he would point out the parts of the animals drawn and they would suddenly became apparent. My favourite was the sheep with its tongue sticking out as confirmed during the explanations delivered by the guide.
Lunch from the bar consisted of spaghetti portions sandwiched between two aubergine slices. An interesting idea but to eat it like a sandwich didn’t work in practise and ended up simply being a dish with spaghetti and aubergine. The calzone was delicious as always in Sicily and the aubergine pizza-like focaccia bread was lovely.
The beach we went to was a rock beach. The water has was colder than the Trapani beach and was clean.
The church we visited had a sculpted scene for the moments leading to the death of Jesus. It is then taken and carried for the procession for the passion, each weighing a mighty 700-800kg.
The museum of modern art was small but with some very enjoyable pieces. I particularly liked a piece which had some metallic blotches and some platters in the background near the blotches to give the impression they have a shadow, lifting them off the surface. I was also stunned by a piece, a photograph of what seemed to be a flower in motion, the print of which was then painted on in abstraction.
On the way back to the apartment we saw a large tricycle with plenty of storage space which my mother suggested she could purchase to do her shopping in Brixton. The area is changing but I don’t think it’s changing that much! There are also two men with blonde dreadlocks having a happy chat, with a tray of money in front of them. Deciding they didn’t look homeless we thought it a bit cheeky to simply have a chat and ask for money. On the return walk they were doing a kind of circus act, throwing sticks in the air and a kind of juggling act was performed. Passing again they were once again sitting have a chat with the tray outstretched.
Erice is an ancient medieval city with many churches built and decorated in a gothic style. Often churches are painted in whatever colour scheme was fashionable at the time. This gothic style was plain white, but still with all the intricate patterns and elaborate motifs.
We took a cable car to get there, reaching a stunning view. The bell tower had tiny peepholes giving the climbing circular stairs an atmosphere of mystery and story.