
Scicli
A UNESCO World Heritage town, and Inspector Montalbano’s police station. Via Mormino Penna at sunset is a film set without the crew.
We’re right in the middle of it all: the sea eight minutes away, UNESCO baroque towns twenty, Syracuse about an hour. You can get anywhere from here and still come home to the quiet of the countryside. These are the places I’d send a friend, with honest driving times.

A UNESCO World Heritage town, and Inspector Montalbano’s police station. Via Mormino Penna at sunset is a film set without the crew.
A mile of sandy beach, with the old Penna brickworks at the far end like a ruin from a novel.
Low rocks, crystal-clear water, and the spot where the people of Scicli go for a swim.
A little harbour where the fishermen sell their catch straight off the boat at dawn.
Two hundred and fifty steps up to San Giorgio, and chocolate made the same cold-worked way since the 1500s.
Seafront promenade, gelato shops, the marina. On summer nights, nobody here goes to bed.
The old town perched above the gorge, the Giardino Ibleo, and two Michelin stars within five hundred metres.
The capital of Sicilian baroque, in honey-coloured stone that seems to catch fire at sunset.
A nature reserve with flamingos on the lagoon, the old tuna fishery and Calamosche beach.
Three thousand years of history on an island the size of a neighbourhood, and the largest Greek theatre in Sicily.
The Valley of the Temples at sunset, with the great stone telamon lying among the columns.
Europe’s highest active volcano, and you can see it from miles away.
The ancient theatre with Etna behind it and the sea below. The most photographed view on the island.

A UNESCO World Heritage town, and Inspector Montalbano’s police station. Via Mormino Penna at sunset is a film set without the crew.

A mile of sandy beach, with the old Penna brickworks at the far end like a ruin from a novel.

Low rocks, crystal-clear water, and the spot where the people of Scicli go for a swim.

A little harbour where the fishermen sell their catch straight off the boat at dawn.

Two hundred and fifty steps up to San Giorgio, and chocolate made the same cold-worked way since the 1500s.

Seafront promenade, gelato shops, the marina. On summer nights, nobody here goes to bed.

The old town perched above the gorge, the Giardino Ibleo, and two Michelin stars within five hundred metres.

The capital of Sicilian baroque, in honey-coloured stone that seems to catch fire at sunset.

A nature reserve with flamingos on the lagoon, the old tuna fishery and Calamosche beach.

Three thousand years of history on an island the size of a neighbourhood, and the largest Greek theatre in Sicily.

The Valley of the Temples at sunset, with the great stone telamon lying among the columns.

Europe’s highest active volcano, and you can see it from miles away.

The ancient theatre with Etna behind it and the sea below. The most photographed view on the island.

Tell me when you’d like to come, how many of you there are and what kind of holiday you have in mind. I’ll reply myself, the same day and usually sooner.