Another small segment from the chapter about Sicily I’m writing for my next book.
As we wandered through Noto, we noticed groups of people walking towards a wooded area and followed see what was happening. Through a high arch, along a path, canopied by enormous trees, was the start of a religious procession for Holy Friday, recreating the stations of the cross.
Participants walked from a church at one end of town to a church at the opposite end. Marchers moved along slowly accompanied by a band playing hymns. Some people had faces that came straight out of the middle-ages. I recognized noses, chins, lips and eyes from paintings I had studied as an art history student.