I went back this weekend to the gritty, vibrant, gorgeous city of Catania, Sicily for another story on migrants. After a week of feeling despondent about the bitterness of the US elections, it was a thrill go back and breathe in the city’s energy. Catania has been conquered and ruled by Romans, Arabs, Byzantines, Normans and the Spanish. It has been devastated by earthquakes and covered in volcanic ash from nearby Mount Etna but nothing seems to faze the plucky, gregarious Catanesi. In more recent times they’ve opened their ports to tens of thousands of migrants arriving from Africa. The Catanesi are friendly, funny and fatalistic about life.
Here are a few photos from my trip.
Most of the city’s buildings are classic baroque style with exaggerated florid details such as the funny looking masks on a grime-covered balcony.
Saturday morning I took a walk around the city and as I headed into the Piazza Del Duomo with its famed elephant fountain I could hear the yelling from the famous “La Pescheria” fish market below. The place was packed with tables and men haggling. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be living and dead seafood – squirming squids, wriggling eels, gigantic tuna, shrimps, prawns, clams, mussels – you name it, it was there. I found this man selling live eels which he pulled out of a tub with a cloth and weighed on a bronze scale.
Sicily’s Catholic heritage permeates Catanese society—from the baroque churches to the garden statues of the Madonna sold for 5 euros on the street.
I also liked this little Madonna at the corner of the parking lot keeping the sleepy, elderly attendant company.
Wherever you go in Catania, people are selling things on the street. Here are some women in their bedroom slippers having a lively chat with the fruit and vegetable seller in the street in a photo I took from the balcony of my hotel room. They were speaking in dialect so I could not understand but they were having a fine old time laughing and flirting.
And here are a few items you can find on sale on the street in Catania. “Fascio” in Italian means a bundle, but in slang it means a fascist. I found these “fascio” on sale for 6 euros. I am not sure what the leaves are, but I think they might be bundles of artichokes. If any blog readers know, please fill me in.
The purple cauliflower is a lot prettier than the “fascio”.
And I have to conclude with some street food. I actually met this guy on my last trip to Catania in October. Salvatucci Ballerina sells artichokes stuffed with onions and garlic roasted on a grill on the street. The price is one euro each. “Salvatucci is like saying ‘little Salvatore'” he explained to me, adding, “and Ballerina is little dancer.”
“Please use my name and write that this is a specialty of Catania,” he said as he did his own little dance around the smoking grill.
. . love it – wonderful, uplifting images of life instead of doom, gloom and death! To paraphrase some biblical chap – ‘In the midst of death we are in life!’ Bundles are globe artichokes, by the way.
HA HA. So they are artichokes. I should have bought some! Thanks Alan.
Loved the pictures, sure depicts a different culture as have certainly seen in earlier blogs. Loved it and thanks so much.
Isn’t it funny how Catania is such a different world from Rome. Glad you liked it Sue.
We loved our trip to Sicily this year. We missed Catania…next time.
Next time you must go. Catania is fascinating!
Hi Trisha,
Thanks for a reminder of a place I enjoyed visiting, I think, nine years ago. It was also a break from the last week and the newsletter stories I receive and read too much that makes me unhappy. But I still think I should read too many of them. At least I don’t watch TV news.
Anyway I can’t remember many details of Catania without my journal or pictures. However, sitting right in the front is a curio cabinet I have a little black elephant about an inch high plus a bit of trunk. It’s modeled after the fountain and is made of volcanic material.
Thanks for something besides the news.
A presto, Joan
Glad I was able to give you something beside the news. I am overwhelmed with it myself. I am curious to know what Catania was like nine years ago. I am sure it is changed a lot.
Thanks for the escape, Trisha! Love the photos and description.
Thank you Elizabeth!
Yes, those are artichokes. Funny, the only time I was in Catania, I saw a truckload of artichokes for sale too. I was just driving through though, and your post makes me yearn to go back to Sicily and explore Catania. Those eels bring to mind Christmas eves of my youth when my parents and grandparents would buy live eels from the Italian market in Philadelphia. Glad you got a respite, albeit short, from the doom and gloom, Trisha.
Oh yes, my mother-in-law always serves the eels (capitone) on Christmas Eve. Definitely not my favorite Italian dish! But Catania is one of my favorite Italian cities and that fish market is quite an experience!
Great blog on Catania! Love the pictures, a real snapshot of everyday life there! Made me quite nostalgic…I lived there for 7 years when I was in my twenties. It was quite different then… Now I’m married to an Italian and living in the north of Italy, another world from Sicily!!
I wish I could have seen what it was like when you lived there. Must have been very special, and yes, very different from northern Italy.
I am an Italian living in Austria.
My mother came from Palermo and still today I can understand possibly 90% of the dialect.
Old memories of rare trips to Sicily. In the today world of “politically correct”, “competitiveness” and “sales online” I think that simple life we see in these pictures brings us back to a more human life where people were really “talking” to each other.
A propos, I advise to see the movie “Mediterraneo”. I am sure you will enjoy.
Thank you for your comment Freddy. I have seen the movie “Mediterraneo” and I love it. Yes, I agree — much nicer to buy your fruit and vegetables on the street, or haggle with someone at the fish market than buying things on-line or going to a giant supermarket like Costco. Ah, the good ‘ol days.