Everything that we love about Palermo. Narrow streets, beautiful colors, crumbling architecture, graffiti. OK, everything we love except the food, but that’ll come later.
Let’s start with the ugly and then go to the bad, so we can end with the good.
As there is no direct flight from New York to Palermo, we flew on Swiss Air through Zurich. We had a pretty tight layover and then our flight was maybe 30 minutes late so we just barely made our connecting flight. Sadly, though, our luggage didn’t, even though the plane sat at the gate for something close to 30 minutes before pushing back. As we were walking towards baggage claim we each got a text from Swiss Air that our bags would be on the next flight that evening and, if we would just fill out this online form, they would deliver them to our hotel. Great, we don’t even have to wait for the bags. Easy peasy, right?
Yeah, not so much. Basically we didn’t hear from them for a couple days. I’ll spare all the details but basically because Mt. Etna was stirring things up on the other side of Sicily, all the Sicilian flights were routed through Palermo and the airport was unbelievably chaotic. When we started to hear from others just how bad it was I realized the only way we were going to get those bags was to go to the airport ourselves. And I needed my bag more than I normally would; somehow I’d lost my eyeglasses on the flight to Zurich and I needed the spare pair that I’d packed.
Hordes of people desperately trying to get to security to board their flights. It was pure chaos that I somehow had to get through.
Ultimately it took me two trips to the airport to find the bags, the first being just this dystopian experience of hundreds of people crushed together in some scrum trying to get to their flights. And because it was an International airport where you go through customs before leaving the airport, the bags were behind security. After struggling with forms and police and Italian bureaucracy, I had no choice but to give up; there was no way I was getting through that mess. I decided to try the again the next morning, thinking maybe if I got there early enough it wouldn’t be so bad. Boy, was that the right call. Getting there before 8:00 AM, I breezed through security and found the bags in just a couple minutes. There were hundreds of lost bags just lined up all over the arrival hall; it’s hard to imagine that Swiss Air ever would have gotten them to us on their own.
Our hotel was beautiful, but too far from the city. And a big construction project right next to the hotel didn’t help.
OK, it was a hellish experience, and being without clothes and toiletries isn’t fun, but eventually we had everything. The next problem – The Bad – was that the hotel we’d booked was a lot further out of town than we’d thought. As in, over an hour’s walk to the historic center, and much of that through an unattractive port area. That meant every time wanted to go in for lunch or dinner or to tour around we’d spend 20 minutes on each end in the hotel shuttle or an Uber. Now, the hotel was really nice and had beautiful grounds and good food, but we’d come to Palermo, well, to see Palermo. Oh, and if you did want to just hang out at the pool with a great view of the sea – which I certainly wanted in the morning – there was a major harbor renovation project immediately adjacent to the hotel. Sometimes it was bearable, but sometimes it wasn’t.
The good news, though, is that once we got all that sorted – got the luggage, come to terms with time wasted in cars and shuttles – Palermo was great. Just wandering around the historic center with its narrow streets and gritty charm packed full of character. Graffiti everywhere, clothes hanging from second and third story balconies, scooters zooming back and forth. We visited the cathedral, a museum, and a couple interesting churches, found great places to eat, and just leaned into the start of three weeks in Southern Italy.
Mark atop the Cathedral
It’s worth emphasizing that “southern” adjective. We have long preferred the south to the north: better food and more vibrant culture. But it’s been several years since we’ve been down here, in large part because summer weather in Italy is so brutal these days. So finally here we are in late September and October and so far at least the weather has been cooperating brilliantly. Next stop, an overnight boat to Naples and a quick connection over to Capri. That should be good.
Just a normal streetscape in Palermo
Scooters and narrow streets
Speaking of colorful, narrow streets
The streets are even more colorful than I am
Eating and drinking happens out in the streets too. We stopped here for a drink before dinner and ordered a double, because Europeans pour their drinks so small. Not here, though – this was huge. We went back.
More outdoor dining
We spent time in the Cathedral, a church or two, and a couple smaller chapels
Sicily is famous for the stucco sculptures in the churches and chapels
Definitely not into minimalism
Since Sicily was the crossroads of the Mediterranean that everyone conquered at one time or another, there is a lot of variation in the art and architecture. Here the Church of St. Mary is covered in gorgeous 12th century Byzantine mosaics.
Mark was into this Jesus with … contemporary jewelry
The Palazzo Abatellis is Palermo’s premier art museum, and this Annunciata is considered the star. It was so modern looking I thought it was placed just as a counterpoint to the older stuff, but indeed it’s a 15th century Renaissance painting.
The other star of the show is a 15th century fresco, Triumph of Death. In this closeup a lot of people have been mowed down by arrows.
One more piece from the museum
And there were other joys in Palermo. I spent a few hours in the Botanical Gardens that included this massive ficus tree, named Italy’s Tree of the Year in 2023. Pretty impressive.
Not all of Palermo was this green but there were a few spots
A harbor with a lot of sailboats
The view from breakfast. If you ignored the construction noise and the distance from the city center it was a great place.
And finally, a guy selling drinks out of a mobile orange. You gotta love Palermo, right?
