Catania is a lovely city. I got acquainted with couples from Norway, Lithuania, and students from Holland and Austria. Pretty soon I'll know someone from every country. My Italian is getting good too. Okay, maybe not that good...
From the terrace of my hostel, it was possible to see almost all of Catania and even M. Etna. I decided to take a picture of this corner in the opposite direction.
Don't worry, I did actually take a picture of the view from the terrace.
Yet another beautiful cathedral.
I managed to reach the terrace at sunset to find I had some (French) company. The moment was too perfect not to capture.
The morning before I left Catania I stopped by the fish market. The smell hit me first, and the suspiciously red liquid on the ground came second. I made a terrible choice of clothing by donning my floor-length dress. This gentleman seemed keen on showing me how to debone his catch.
Everything is on display.
This man was very distressed about finding a tiny crab in his bucket of clams.
The Fish Market
What was surely absorbed by the hem of my dress.
Portrait of a Fish Monger
The owner of the bloody boots.
Most of the fish I encountered was still alive in the market. These little clams were still spitting water.