Sciacca

From Agrigento we drove on, further west, generally close to the coast, to the town of Sciacca. Sciacca is not on the major tourist destination lists, but it was listed as having a "camper stop," that is, a designated parking area for motorhomes, something we have seen rather little of in recent months. We had only GPS coordinates. Getting into town we found a relative hurricane of activity, police, detours, monstrous traffic, all kinds of pedestrians all over, and were hustled down little winding alleys to the port area. It's evidently a major fishing town with a big port. Anyhow, after a little pedestrian reconnaissance of our own and discussion with some other campers, we found our way to a huge parking area with 30 or more motorhomes already set up. Nice, we thought. We'll stay here. But by this time it was also apparent that all the hubbub was about Sciacca's Carnevale--one of Sicily's two largest such events--Mardi Gras, as we Americans know it. Vicki especially enjoys folk happenings, and we spent the whole evening absorbing this rather incredible event.

Happpily camped, by the great sea wall, Sciacca in the

background

Looking across the marina toward sunset

Vicki on the grand staircase from the port up

to the town center

Looking back at our camp site...and anything but a quiet

evening ahead...