Palermo was inundated with great brightness at this time around Christmas. Christmas. As I wandered through the small winding streets, I lifted my eyes toward multiple splendors.
I was in this decrepit city, but, in reality, where was I: in Byzantium; or in the pomp of some long forgotten Arabian tale; or again in the abandoned South? I admired the Arabo-Norman architectures, the contortions of a sinuous baroque, the flaky façades of palaces of times past.