We slip quietly out of the port of Lipari just after dawn,
our bow slicing through the flat, mirrored surface of the lazy morning
sea. The Aeolian Islands slowly merge in
our wake, then fade and disappear into the haze. We are heading for the Straits of Messina, a
strip of water just a mile wide that separates Sicily from the Italian
mainland, where the currents run fast between the Tyrrhenian Sea in the North
and the Ionian to the South. We plan to catch the last of the south-setting
current to push us down the East coast of Sicily to the famous hilltop town of
Taormina.
In Sicily, summer has arrived. It is early afternoon and the
air-conditioning is on full blast in our little rental car, as we take the
Autostrade north, thumping along the hot asphalt, occasionally plunging into
dark tunnels and emerging again, blinking away the dazzling sun. We take the exit and snake our way up the
hillside, the limestone walls of Taormina balanced on the cliffs high above us,
the sparkling pale blue of the Mediterranean far below.
We are here at the hottest time of the day because England
are playing Wales and Jamie and Lucie race off down the cobbled streets,
looking for a bar that is showing the match on TV. We leave them down a side
street, sitting in the shade with cold beers, engrossed in the game, while
Caroline and I walk the labyrinthine streets of Taormina, culminating in the
Greek amphitheatre with its perfect views over the valley to Mount Etna. In the
main square, chairs are set in a circle, and on the dance floor elderly men
with a predatory eye survey the seated ladies, also of a certain age, and
invite their willing prey to dance. It is a deadly serious endeavour; cheek to
perspiring cheek, backs ramrod straight, elbows out in the ballroom dancers
pose, they glide around the square – a marvellous glimpse of a bygone era. As
darkness falls and the shadows lengthen across the square, we walk down a
flight of steep steps to Maffeis for dinner, sitting in the garden under a bourgenvilla
pergola, with traditional Sicilian pasta, rich with capers, olives and
tomatoes, accompanied by punchy local wines.
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