Jan 21 // 1:51PM
Ragusa // Sicily
I had just finished making pictures at La Pescheria in Catania – a fish market that has been serving the city every morning (except Sunday) for about 2500 years. The sun would peak in and out early in the morning, but it wasn’t long before the heavy clouds rolled in to stay.
As the market started to wane during the late morning, I got my last, of several, cannoli and espressos and headed out of town. As I drove on the winding road through the beautiful Sicilian countryside, the rain came heavier and heavier. I was headed to Ragusa, a tiny hilltop town on the southeastern corner of the island. The town traces it roots back to about the 2nd millenium BC, or 3500 years ago.
The rain had started to stop and I was admiring the enormous patches of spineless prickly pear cactus against beautiful green hills in the background. As some of the clouds started the break, the sun would peek through and light up the landscape in little spots and lines here and there.
When I arrived in Ragusa, the rain had stopped and everything was wet, which I believe brings these Italian towns to life. The sheen from the water, and the puddles on the cobblestone roads and marble buildings add another dimension to the place, and gives it an otherworldly feel. It reminded me that this place has seen many more rains than most man-made structures in the world, and it would see many more in the future.