This morning we visited the pretty little city of Noto, walking through a beautiful arched gateway. What makes Noto so special? Its reincarnation as a Baroque city after a devastating earthquake in 1693. The earthquake destroyed the town, but provided architects with a clean slate, and its streets are lined with cream colored limestone structures gleaming in the sunlight.
Then, this afternoon, we headed for downtown Catania, five miles from the airport we’re departing from early tomorrow. Catania was also a victim of the 1693 earthquake, and like Noto, its rebuilding consisted of mainly the Baroque style. Catania is larger and grittier than Noto but has plenty of stately Baroque buildings.
When we take photos, Mike tends to be to be the Big Picture guy. Panoramic views, magnificent cathedrals, expansive images of long streets are his specialty.
I, on the other hand, like to zoom in on little details. The face of a cherub on an altar rail. An intricate iron gate. A masque carved into stone. And my favorite… a pretty lamppost, a perfect complement to the name of my blog. In both Noto and Catania, there is an abundance of pretty details, big and small, to satisfy my appetite for curlicues and carvings.
Along the way, I’ve learned to look up. Sometimes a charming balcony might be just above a ho-hum souvenir shop. A graffitied wall might lie under an intricate carving of an angel or lacy designs framing a window.
And lampposts! They stand quietly, bathing old streets with light, their warm glow emanating from iron works of art. As we travel, I’ve collected dozens of lampposts, some elegant, some delicate, some charming.
So, I keep looking close and looking up, absorbing all that I can. Travel, it’s my happy place.