TripAdvisor Reviews Politeam Affitti Palermo
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... the pizzeria right next to the train station, and watched the locals fill up the neighboring tables as we sat down. Finding locals in a restaurant is ALWAYS a good sign. We ordered eggplant caponata and insalata caprese with a bottle of Peroni beer. The dishes were deliciously simple and familiar and filing, all at once. We also tried some of the tender, thin-crust pizza, fresh from the wood-fire oven inside. So good. ...
After a swim at the local stone beach we dines and drank the local vino. Breakfast on the rooftop terrace then of to bus station.
Arrived in Palermo by bus. A bit drizzly which was annoying.
Accommodation is lovely, very modern but would not be practical to live in.
Near the carabanere mobile -? Fast police-?
Wander around neighborhood. Find market 4 meat, vegies n vino. Set 4 the night. Wander the streets 4 gelati.
Next day ...
... sites, sadly the archeological museum was closed for restoration. The duomo was open and a spectacular sight. We then walked to the north of the city and admired the Pretoria fountain, all marble basins, nymphs, gods and sea monsters it was created by the Florentine sculptor Francesco Camilliani in 1554 it's amazing how used to amazing things one can become, the fountain was a massive work but is deminished when ...
... game, realized my personal towel had been nicked! It couldn’t have been claimed as a case of mistaken property because I put it out to dry across my dorm bed where nobody had any business, and when I told the friendly manager about it, he replaced it in an instant with a new towel, no questions asked. I’d like to believe my towel wasn’t stolen, but passionately annexed by Andrea, who as I write this is stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in it, smelling ...
... are you?” I greeted. She had just arrived from Palermo in a short black dress and heels.
“I’m fine thank you” she said with an almost incomprehensible Chinese accent as she lugged her gigantic pink suitcase to her bed.
“Where are you from?” she asked as I strapped on my watch and applied scent under my arms.
“India” I said proudly.
“India? Not possible!” she exclaimed dismissively. ...