We wanted more of Noto and so went back the next morning. Alas, despite the campground keeper's advice, it was pretty much all over, the markets, the crowds, the turbusses, all gone. But the floral mosaics were still there, wilting a bit, and also Noto's grand architecture, and a city getting back to normal after its annual extravaganza.
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| City portal; just another Monday morning now |
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| Where we had eaten the night before |
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| Enterprising nuns |
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| Another Baroque |
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Pre-schoolers lined up for a field trip to the gelato shoppe; all in smocks, boys
in blue, girls in pink... |
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| Cathedral; a mob scene the day befoore |
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| The Corrado the next morning |
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| Senatuus Populsque Notourm |
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| Each individual panel labeled, thus |
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| Add caption |
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About half way up, we began noticing the sculptured balconies of the Palazzo
Nicolaci, among the best in Europe (they say) |
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| We stop in at the public library--in the Palazzo--for a breather |
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Continuing the floral mosaics back down; here, a dragon
attacking the Great Wall |
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| City on a Monday morning |
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| Kid with tamed parakeets; will let you pose with them for a euro |
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| Idle turbusses |
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We spent two nights at the Noto Parcheggio Sosta, in a lemon grove; nice folks,
not much more English than our Italian; in addition to lemons, they also sold
local olive oil, wines, honey, almonds, etc.; more of an ag sosta; the Rose was
pretty good... |
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