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Montalbano: Ispica come Montelusa








La Chiesa di S. Maria Maggiore ad Ispica (Rg) per me è una delle più belle chiese del nostro tardo barocco Siciliano.
E' bella dentro e fuori ed il portico antistante la Chiesa è davvero suggestivo con l'illuminazione notturna.

Per gli appassionati del Commissario Montalbano il portico è uno dei luoghi di Montelusa nella fiction!
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The Church of S. Maria Maggiore in Ispica (Rg) is really one of the most beautiful churches in our Late Baroque in Sicily. It's wonderful inside and outside ant its elegant portico is really amasing under the effect of the night lights. 

In the fiction Commissiario Montalbano, the portico is one location of Montelusa (Agrigento) .

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