Siracusa Day 4

After such a big day yesterday, a rest day was in order.

But Mick wanted to take a closer look at where all the action took place last night. We were all still laughing about it this morning.

And, there was our washing to be done.

Luckily we had spotted a laundromat yesterday from the hop on/off bus which was not very far from us. So Mick and I headed off with our dirty clothing prepared to spend a quiet hour or two watching things spin. And, we could have done that, but for exactly the same price as doing it ourselves, a very nice man and his wife did it for us. We were told to come back in two hours.

So, we headed off to explore the Arab Quarter. This actually merged into the Jewish Quarter and consisted of many small streets that zigged and zagged.

Mick would love one of these back home.

Because the streets are so tiny it is necessary that any trucks are in proportion.

These brooms are perfect for sweeping up cigarette butts.

We passed this fortification and guessed correctly that it was once a jail.

In fact, this translates to Bourbon Prison and it was used until the early 1990’s. Unsure why the name though.

After collecting our clean, dry and neatly folded clothes, we paid the man €12 and headed back to our accommodation for lunch. We were keen not to waste any food we’d brought. This photo shows part of the dining area, although we ate outside again. The sun was beautiful.

Kath does well to navigate all the stairs. There are two sets of these to get to our rooms and two more to get to the kitchen / dining areas.

Edward’s bus was to leave at 2pm so Mick and I walked him there to say farewell. We’d had a wonderful few days and such a beaut surprise. We also wanted to find the railway station, which is next to the bus stops, to make sure there were no issues tomorrow when we need to catch the train to Taormina.

Our next adventure was the Puppet Theatre. It cost us €9 each for the 50 minute show.

Amazing, but all in Italian and dramatising a very convoluted traditional story. Thank heavens for the English précis.

The chairs were more uncomfortable than St Mary’s Church in Tamworth, so we were all relieved when it was over. But, they were such skilled craftsmen. No doubt about it.