A NIGHT ON THE TOWN

Last night we went into town for dinner. We reached Piazza Scandaliato as the sun was setting. I had forgotten about the sound and the sight of all of the birds in town rushing to get a good perch for the night on the trees in the piazza. It is too bad that the pictures cannot depict the wheeling flight and the screeching sounds, but the whole scene was intense and exciting. I remembered seeing it for the first time in about 2000 when we visited Sciacca with my niece Amanda, who was stationed in Naples at the time.
The port is filling with luxury yachts, giving our friends Christine and Brian some toney company. We looked toward the radio tower near our house at Capo San Marco, and the sky was just beginning to turn pink. Time to return to Sunset Point and get more pictures soon. I looked down from the piazza while I took the port pictures, and I was reminded of how the entire town is built amidst fragments of the old town walls, as seen in this picture of the garden below the piazza. Paolos brother-in-law bemoans the lack of preservation of the old structures, but I think that it is charming the way you happen upon something centuries old so often.
The Trattoria Bocaccio was back to normal, this time without their American chef with the Brooklyn accent-she is too busy with her second baby girl to work much, the owner explained. So as we asked about menu items and recommendations, he slowly admitted they were out of this and that. I settled for delicious spaghetti with “frutti di mare,” or local seafood, and Steve had spaghetti with bacon, onion, and tomato sauce. Then back to our waterless house and dreams of showers today. I am glad to say that Accursio the handyman came through, the water is back on, and now I cannot wait for my first shower in 36 hours.