May 22nd, 2018
Trapani is like no other harbour town I’ve been to: messy yet genuine, the air smelling like fish and salt. We came for lunch and stayed longer than expected.
The part I liked most was the seafront. On the streets leading to it, rubbish and trendy bars. The contrast was striking, but nobody seemed to care. The fishermen boats moored in the harbour carried nets embedded with the smell of the sea. I filled my lungs with it and thought of Chania, the latest harbour town I had been to, and how different it was from Trapani. I wish Trapani stayed as it was.
We are back to the farmhouse now, for our last evening here. Tomorrow morning we are off to Palermo.