Fish and a wedge of sun in a street market in Palermo.

When I was a kid, my family took several long road trips to Mexico; we used a Sanborn’s guidebook that noted all the things of interest along the way. And if there was a note about a town (even if it was off our route) that was having a market on the day we’d be there, my dad would turn off the highway for a visit. It was always interesting to see all the things that were for sale, from an entire dead-but-not-butchered-pig, to a few meters of embroidery thread wrapped around a piece of cardboard, to plastic shoes, to jewel-toned soft drinks in glass bottles, to books.

It seemed like the details of our visits to Mexican markets had been lost in my memory. But only a few steps into their Sicilian cousins those memories came back; I was once again a shy blonde kid on the cusp of being grown seeing things that felt mysterious and enticing.

Palermo, Sicily
photographed 1.17.2025