We had intended to eat at a restaurant by the harbor, but when we were in the market we came upon a wonderful sandwich shop that I had read about briefly on another blog, and being curious I went inside to see what all the crowds were about. After watching the sandwich makers work their magic, and seeing the delectable plates of food coming out to happy customers, we decided to get a sandwich to go. Plus, there was a fair amount of winking going on, and I'm a sucker for winking, especially when it's cute Italians doing the winking!
The American couple behind us received this delicious looking sampler plate, and she murmured something about inviting us to share it, to which I murmured " we'd be happy to share" but I guess I. was too subtle. Plus, it was almost our turn to order, so we started to choose ingredients when our talented sandwich maker asked if he could just make us something delicious. I think everyone in line behind us was relieved. Some of the ingredients I saw him put on the breads were fresh mozzarella, black olives( the fresh kind- in oil) prosciutto, lemons, ham, pickled vegetables , etc, etc. I would like to try a different combination each day, and become a regular. It was obviously very well known, with a Facebook page, and trip advisor certificate.if you're in the market in Siracusa, don't miss it!
And here's one more photo of the sandwich guy since I forgot to take a photo of the sandwich itself.
This is another Sicilian specialty, arancino. They are rice balls with a filling of ground meat in a tomato sauce .This guy was big- 4" and different from the ones we are used to in Portland filled with melting mozzarella.
Too bad we missed this circus...I took this photo for Jacob.
But the basilica was just around the corner in an iconically beautiful Italian piazza.
It was beautiful inside too.
But we decided to enjoy the sunshine outside, protected from the wind.
In the shadow of the cathedrale
While we were serenaded by this young fellow. He was good, and I tipped him well for his music.
We passed what I called the " alley of forgotten statues" behind a museum.
We stopped for a coffee at this little cafe and I was tempted to ask for the wifi password until I saw this sign, which made me laugh, and i put my phone away.
This brings me to another of Cynthia's travel rules:
When traveling,finding a toilet at the precise moment it is needed is worth any amount of money.
And often, you will have to pay for the privilege. This one cost $2.50- the price of two small coffees. A bargain, I thought.
View from the other direction...before we walked back through small alleys to our car.
All in all, a good day out!
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