In Palermo in August, things can heat up.
August 19th 2015 The last time I was in Italy in summer was 1981. I was young and svelte. I don't remember getting tired. Perhaps I only lazed around on deck chairs? Perhaps I have forgotten the bad bits and only remember the past in a haze of happy nostalgia? Now I want to "sightsee" and there is more of me to carry around.
The morning proved hard going in a sun that beat down on us ferociously while the humid
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