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Sicily in blue...


greeting from Marettimo

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  1. oh, my--how charming. exactly where are you??? It looks so Grecian.

    RispondiElimina
  2. Ciao jann
    unfortunately I took this picture in summer.not now :-(
    It is Marettimo, a lovely islet not far from Trapani, near Favignana.
    Yes it look something Grecian..but it's your beloved Sicily..north-west
    if you look for the "etichetta" Marettimo her in the blog thee's somethingelse about Marettimo....
    a moment of nostalgia, although winter has not arrived yet! Today in Siracusa 25°C!!!!!

    RispondiElimina

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