Being a touristy town, although much smaller than Orvieto, Erice was filled with shops of ceramics, rugs, pasta, and old stone walkways and lots of churches and quaint apartments plus hoards of tourists. I walked around off the main streets, trying to stay in the shade because it was pretty warm, and ran across these firefighters. It was an unusual scene but I wanted to remind myself that there were people living here. I wanted to see them but I think they were having their afternoon lunches in mama's dining room, the whole family sitting around a big table with platters of spaghetti and pane and ensalada mista con pomodori fresche, and a big jug of vino rosso.
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