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Nov 8, 2017 - Mozia & Marsala

Trying a new literary form - free association rather than sentences, which are overrated. Sunshine! Bus for 45 minutes, ferry from Marsala to Mozia (Mothya), new guides for the day: Frederica and Laura, lots of Phoenician ruins and artifacts, walking on unpaved surface 2 miles around the island felt better, Charioteer statue, lunch at winery, tour and tasting, walk around Marsala. Best dinner in Italy: amazing vegetable soup and tender roast beef with burgundy sauce. Busy packing to head to new hotel tomorrow.

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Oct 24, 2014 - Marsala

@@@@@@@ BACKGROUND Here’s some of what the Lonely Planet – Italy chapter on Sicily has to say about Marsala: “Best known for its sweet dessert wines, the historic centre of Marsala is an elegant town full of stately baroque buildings and book shops within a perfect square of walls. It was founded by the Phoenicians who escaped the Roman onslaught at Mozia. Not taking any chances, they fortified their city with 7m-thick walls, which ensured it was the last Punic settlement to fall to the Romans. In AD 830 it was conquered by the Arabs, who...

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Jun 7, 2012 - Greek day - Selinunte and the Satyr of Mazara del Vallo

As Joan points out, everything is layered here - the Phoenicians/Carthaginians, the Greeks, Romans, Arabs, Normans, Spanish Bourbons, Garibaldi's Italians. On Tuesday it was the Greeks at their best, with a splash of Carthaginian and Arab. Selinunte is the ruin of a mainly 6th and 5th century BC Greek city. Most of the buildings are a jumble of stones, extending across about 150 acres facing the sea. From the guidebook description we didn't expect much, but it is a moving place to visit - to think of all those lives that lived and what they...

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Mar 21, 2009 - Stormy weather

Friday 20th March. Well what a night! As the evening wore on the temperature dropped until when retiring, all the bedclothes we could find were on us and we still felt cold. The wind speed rose and before long the building was feeling the full effects of a mighty storm. The windows shook, the doors blew open then shut, the patio furniture ran around, the roof tiles clattered and the rain pounded down. Sleep was barely possible especially as there was a noise similar to sitting next to the M4 all night. When we could summon up courage and...

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