Mais Cartões Postais para Clara
We’ve moved – yet again – to another beach town, this one in Sicily, quite near Scicli. The beach is 3 minutes away, though as we arrived I was hit by a very mean cold or flu which I suppose I’d picked up in Matera. Has me down five days now and only yesterday did I walk out to the beach.
The beach here, at a glance seeming like any beach, has its own characteristics and signs, not at all like Ginosa marina.
Sunny and lovely, Marcella (who now has the cold as well) and I walked to nearby Punta Secca, which is the setting of a series of detective novels on Commissario Montalbano, which were turned into a very successful TV series. I, of course, have never read the books nor seen the programs. The tiny town is a mecca for media tourism, people come to see the house and cafe of a fictional character. I find it all very strange.
I was taking the photo of the street abstract, and passing the man above, he asked (in Italian) what I was taking a picture of, and was it to put on the net. His vehicle said he was on the town sanitation unit, and when I said I was taking a shot of the street he asked if it was the dog poop nearby – I suppose worried I was showing something bad. I said no, and showed him my photo, and then asked if I could take a picture of him. He said OK.
I send some more postcards and snapshots soon, and then in a bit, a letter about August, 2001.
Amo-te, Clarinha !