When my adventure with Italy began in earnest, I was only seventeen years old. The year before, I had stepped on Italian soil for the first time, but it wasn’t until my second trip – four weeks in Sicily organised on my own – that I was to have my breakthrough and influence the rest of my life. In Sicily, I settled in Syracuse, a city famous since antiquity, whose very distinctive location with its old town on the island of Ortigia makes for a large, spacious harbour. Part of this harbour, called Marina Piccola, is the base for local fishermen and the other part, Marina Grande, is for yachts.
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