24th May - Palermo
We are up late - not 50 metres and we are sitting in Lucchese for breakfast.
I head off to find an ATM - yesterday's taxi had cleaned us out.
We find a horse - the horse just wants to do is job but the driver has one eye on an opportunity to relieve a couple of old Australians of as much of their wallet contents as he can manage - a process to be accomplished!
The reality of the horse and carriage tour? - we tour Palermo for two hours - a comfortable, delightful time - the horse amazing - the driver a touch gruff but helpful - through the streets and lanes of Palermo - past gatherings of large ficus trees - past museum and church and grand post office - past parks and markets - past mobile fruit market stalls their owners trying to make a euro and their customers numerous and happy!
The horse needs a rest - we are directed into the catacombs - the driver lights up a cherute - we are greeted by a Catholic monk in full regalia - he smiles - we greet the ticket seller - we get the message! - no photographs!
We find the catacombs interesting - extensive - grotesque - well maintained - surprising - thousands of people - little people - dressed in clothes - propped to keep them standing - showing their age - we walk over head stones as floor paving - an aisle of children - we turn away - we cannot face that aisle - a little shocking - how the world has changed!
Back to the waiting carriage - the driver is on his second cherute - he is pleased to see us but I suspect the horse would have preferred we stayed a little longer in the catacombs!
Soon the little horse is back plying it's trade - through laneway - past rubbish - past mild graffiti - through areas that reeks of history and past glory - through other areas showing Siscily returning to it's former glory.
Along the magnificent via Roma - the horse does not even prick it's ears as the noise of the emergency vehicles rushing by gets our attention.
We smile - like every other road user the horse ignores the existence of pedestrian crossings unless the pedestrian stares and asserts right of way - then the horse deviates slightly so as to allow the pedestrian some space.
The trip ends - my wallet is produced and openned - "how much?" I ask - suddenly the driver is completely devoid of English! - he reaches over and extracts euros from my wallet until it is practically devoid of currency - out of the corner of my eye I swear I see John Lowenstein smiling at me!" - "not much in the scheme of things!"
We sit in Lucchese and have lunch - we watch the week behaved Palermo pigeons - they dominate the avian life of the old city - they are remarkably clean and well behaved - I enjoy their company - as we sit we listen to the Italians - it is Saturday - many are just relaxing! As we sit trinket and cigarette salespeople wander in and wander past.
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