After the Puppet museum, we were in search of lunch. The streets are very narrow in this country. The drivers are bold. All of the cars are very small, I suppose to fit down these narrow roads, and this was a fairly wide one compared to some that we had driven down hoping that we would not get stuck in them. People walked all over Palermo, going to and fro, never looking for directions or anyone who could speak their language, like me. Balconies lines the streets with flowers growing from pots, or freshly washed clothes will hang from the rails drying in the summer breezes.

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