The Dancing Satyr

On Sunday we visited Mazara where we walked through the historic Kasbah quarter. Tunisia is closer to Sicily than Rome, so many migrants from Tunisia come to Sicily. Some 3000 Tunisians and Maghreb Arabs live and work in Mazara. In a show of respect for the native residents of Mazara, the mosque in the Kasbah skips the two morning calls to prayer so as not to disturb the morning sleep of the natives.A church ruin at the edge of the Kasbah.Yet another tree picture.We kept running into this 5K race that was wandering through the Kasbah just like we were.The town square.We hadn’t seen many cats before Mazara. This one is resting on an electric box on the side of,the building.The Kasbah area was once run down and unsafe. As part of the effort to clean it up, they installed tile street signs at the intersections to illustrate the street name. Pescatori means “fish” in Italian.We got a peak at the living room of a Tunisian family who had decorated it in the traditional style.The ruins of a church.We visited the Museum of the Dancing Satyr named after this Greek bronze statue that was recovered from the sea bed near Sicily in 1998. The statue is believed to have been resting on the seabed for more than 2000 years. A fishing boat found a bronze leg in its fishing nets in 1997. The leg appeared to be quite old, so the captain kept returning to the area in hopes of finding the rest of the statue. Finally, a year later they recovered the rest of the statue from a depth of over 1600 feet. After three years of restoration, the Satyr was placed in a museum along with other artifacts recovered from the waters near Sicily. The Satyr has been exhibited in Japan, London, and the Louvre. The Greek nuns are clearly more open minded than Sicilian nuns.The captain of the ship that recovered the Satyr spoke to us and answered our questions. He was also the host of our home hosted lunch and is showing us some of his mementos of the discovery. We tried to convince him the Satyr should be displayed in New York next.Our tour guide, Laura, lives in Barcelona and her father (on the left) lives in a town near Mazara. They try to see each other when she is leading a tour. The man on the right entertained us with rousing versions of Volare and My Way in an historic theater and then hosted one of the other lunches.In this street scene, six Sicilian women are checking out the new shoes they purchased under the watchful eye of two American women.Carlotta enjoyed showing off her driving skills before our home hosted lunch. The Captain is her grandfather.We cooked our own dinner tonight under the watchful instruction of Pablo, who is listed in a book of top European chefs.Here are two of the chefs in training, dressed and ready to cook!We won Awards of Merit for our tireless efforts and dedicated work in preparing the appetizers, bruschetta mixta (three types of bruschetta).Mazara at night. The shot with the moon is a little fuzzy, but I still like it

2 thoughts on “The Dancing Satyr”

  1. Nice diplomas. Glad the chef taught you two how to make…… toast!

    Am about to drive into Boston to catch up with Barbara and Richard, who were on our world cruise….. they’re on the first half of Viking’s “ultimate” 8-month circumnavigation, and are in Boston overnight.

    1. Tell Barbara and Richard we said “hello”. I can see you do not have an appreciation of what goes into making bruschetta with three different toppings. The bread, tomatoes, and olives have to be cut just so, and the tomatoes and olives have to be mixed with just the right amount of seasonings and olive oil. The bread has to be drizzled with olive oil and “toasted” in a pizza oven so that it is crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. Our chef was quite the character and I am sure he would have been very insulted to have his bruschetta referred to as toast.

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