An earthquake with Baroque benefits
SYRACUSE is a handsome place, steeped in a rich historical broth. At the tip sits Ortygia, an island offshoot, which has been the backdrop to many Mediterranean sagas: Hellenic, Christian, Medieval, Renaissance, Baroque — take your pick.
By day, via de Benedictis is filled with local men selling sea urchins, milky balls of ricotta and bunches of mint. At night, we went to the Piazza Duoma for aperitifs. The cathedral’s broken pediments and exuberant sculpture cast strange shadows on to the square and a zephyr blew. It was November and the place was empty, aside from a small boy on rollerskates and a dog. In summer it must swarm with people.
An earthquake destroyed much of southern and eastern Sicily in 1693, and many of the towns were rebuilt in a Baroque style. You can reach them all by car; goodness knows how you’d see them without one. I’d always thought driving holidays were deeply uncool — at the same end of the spectrum as cruises and rambling. But what a joy it turned out to be to whiz along a clear, Mafia-funded motorway.
I can see why people get into it. The southern towns of Noto, Ragusa and Modica were all rebuilt with much vigour. They are packed full of 17th-century treats — golden-stone churches set among the palm trees, extravagant marble concoctions, paintings by Caravaggio. “Look at us, Rome,’’ they say. Another seismic shock might smash it all again one day. Would today’s architects rebuild with such opulence? I doubt it.
Modica is famous for its granular chocolate. Tucked just off the town’s main road is Antica Dolceria Bonajuto, which has been selling bars of it since 1880. The wax paper packaging hasn’t changed since that time and is delightful, as is the town’s hot chocolate, which is so thick that a spoon can stand up in it. Nearby is Sampieri Beach — a great sweep of soft sand, with an abandoned tile factory perched at the far point. We had the whole place to ourselves, save for a fisherman in a dark blue smock netting a small catch where the water foamed. The wind was warm, the sea icy.
Our final drive took us inland, towards Mount Etna and the nearby town of Piazza Armerina. The landscape changes from the rugged and intricate to the broad, vast plains of arable soil, barely changed in millennia and dotted with wonderful Roman ruins, such as the Villa Romana del Casale. A fortified 17th-century farm called Masseria Mandrascate, set up high amid the fertile soils, made an excellent base from which to visit these sites.
For breakfast, we had eggs, olive oil and prickly pears and imagined how life had changed over the centuries. Not much, we thought. Sicily seemed empty — and our car something of an aberration in the ancient land, where the orange harvest had just begun.