#Modica

[unteriors]

Via Iemmolo, Modica, Sicily.

[bookish-bogwitch]

Boyo in the Old Country, Part 2

Part 1

Today Baz explored some of the historic towns of southeast Sicily. First he stopped in Modica, where some of the first chocolate was made in Europe after cocoa beans started being imported from the New World. The town is still full of chocolate factories, and Baz enjoyed a literal melted candy bar before checking out the town.

Baz was bummed that the Warhol exhibit didn’t open until later in the day, but the Baroque cathedral was an acceptable substitute.

Next Baz visited Scicli, where people have been digging caves out of the soft volcanic rock for centuries, and continued living in them until the 1950s. He visited a museum maintained by a man whose grandfather grew up in one. No numpties in were in evidence.

Baz below the caves.

After all that educational sightseeing, Baz had earned an afternoon at the beautiful Donnalucata beach.

The water was perfect.

Baz returned that night to Ragusa Ibla, where he grudgingly rode the Trenino Barocco (“baroque little train”) along with fifty of his newest, drunkest best friends. He secretly loved it but refused to be photographed on it.

Baz’s view from the trenino:

Cqoming up in Part 3: Baz experiences some unique Sicilian weather, explores local cuisine, and finds a new life motto.

Part 4

[raffamuffin]

Modica

“L’amore non uccide”

[philoursmars]

Avec Christine, on a fêté nos 40 ans d'amitié en faisant un voyage de 15 jours en Sicile. Cette fois, on se base à la périphérie de Modica.

La ville elle-même est bâtie dans deux gorges et sur l'éperon rocheux qui les sépare.

Ici, entre autres, la Chiesa di Santa Maria del Soccorso (photo 1) et sur les 3 dernières, le Palazzo Tedeschi aux balcons baroques.

[ninobartuccio]

Il Duomo di San Pietro di Modica

Il Duomo di San Pietro di Modica è una delle chiese più importanti e rappresentative della città, situata nel cuore del centro storico. Con la sua imponente facciata barocca e la scalinata scenografica, è un vero gioiello architettonico che merita una visita approfondita. Storia e architettura: Origini antiche: La chiesa ha origini medievali, risalenti al XIV secolo, ma l’aspetto attuale è…

[nijentravel]

Impressionen aus Modica, hier ist es authentischer als Noto. Mir gefällt es sehr gut!

[italiasparita]

Modica. Duomo di San Pietro

[sciatu]

Messina, Catania, Scicli,Agrigento, Palermo, Modica, Ragusa, Marsala

Le città racchiudono la felicità di quanti abitano le sue infinite case Per questo escono nel mattino grigio cercando la loro felicita Vanno su tram, taxi entrano ed escono da uffici tristi e anonimi Cercano senza sosta sorrisi ed abbracci nei negozi, di fronte uno spritz la rincorrono sempre dietro ad una “riga” nel fumo acre, denso di maria qualcuno nel lavoro in amori digitali accumulando case e gioielli. Ma non trovano mai quanto desiderano la felicità che ferma il tempo che gli riempie il cuore che è il tutto e il di più quello per cui sei nato e vissuto Le città nascondono la felicità che tutti cercano tra le strade ed i viali con affanno, e rabbia disperazione e follia fantasia e pura immaginazione. In fondo, infine, la città vive di questa ansia per questo nessuno sa dove è, la felicità.

Cities enclose the happiness of those who inhabit their infinite homes. That's why they go out, in the gray morning, looking for their happiness. They go on trams, taxis, go in and out, from sad and anonymous offices, they search tirelessly, for smiles and hugs, in the shops, in front of a spritz, they always chase it, behind a "line", in the acrid smoke, thick with maria, someone at work, in digital loves, accumulating houses and jewels. But they never find, as much as they wish, the happiness that stops time that fills his heart, which is everything and more, what you were born and lived for. Cities hide the happiness that everyone seeks among the streets and avenues, with pain and anger, desperation and madness, fantasy and pure imagination. Ultimately, finally, the city thrives on this anxiety, which is why no one knows where happiness is.

[jmgonet]

Modica

[soloinsicily]

My maternal grandparents lived on Strata Gesu, #7 in Modica. We found the street but her building was no longer there. In fact, they skipped over #7 and what we found was #'s 9 & 11. It was fascinating to be on the street where they walked daily. I'm named after my grandmother. Her name was Francesca Covato. They americanized my name but in my heart of hearts, I'm Francesca.....especially after this trip! We also found, as you an see in the photo, a Covato listed as an architect. Thanks to Griffin who hired a geneologist and as a surprise gave me folders filled with information about my grandparents and their lineage. I was stunned, speechless and so, so grateful that he took the time (and I'm sure it wasn't free), to present this to me the night before we were to go in search of their home and the church where she was baptized and where I imagine they went every Sunday. I have photos of the church to follow...........

[franceferrara]

a door to beauty ❤️

[page-28]

[pier-carlo-universe]

Scopri la poesia “Ed è subito sera” di Salvatore Quasimodo, un capolavoro dell’ermetismo che condensa la vita e la solitudine in tre versi eterni. Recensione, biografia e riflessione su Alessandria today.

[ginogirolimoni]

[philoursmars]

Avec Christine, on a fêté nos 40 ans d'amitié en faisant un voyage de 15 jours en Sicile. Cette fois, on est basés à Modica.

Ici le Palazzo Tedeschi aux balcons baroques. Certains personnages semblent être africains.

[elmandolinista]

Borders in Italy

Artists have not forgotten Padhi Friedberger “With his mail art, Padhi Frieberger has disseminated the concerns of ecological and pacifist movements and referred to political debates.” With this statement, the Italian Gallery L’A/telier started its international call on the subject of borders. This highly topical issue is in line with the trend towards using mail art as a political tool again.…