In Sicily I saw people walking along the rooftop of La Capella Palatina Arabo-Normann, so of course we had to go.
Intricate detailed facade.
But first we walked around Palermo, went to the open market, ate wild strawberries and sfincione, which is a like a pizza (from Palermo) its name comes from the Latin word spongia or the Arabic sfang which means sweet fritter (yesterday's post has a photo of us eating some…) The food is Sicily was everything I could imagine my Uncle Phil making… his olives, his caponata, cannoli… I thought of my Uncle Phil plenty while in Sicily.
The young lady in the church told us that to go to the roof top, "… you have to climb 204 steep step in a spiral stairwell," then without hesitation she added, "I do not think your mother should do it."
Well ha, that was like saying, "You gotta do it!"
So my Belle Mere did.
We all did.
204 steps plus twenty more on the outside.
Alice and me.
Proud– the two of them.
And we walked around the dome too.
The view from the top was worth it.
In the holy water font, I put both my hands in and let every prayer I was meant to say, and every person I promised to pray for, and everything single thing I am thankful for pour out.
Photo by Alice
Happy.
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