Courage friends, courage!
These places, the salt pans of Trapani, saw the destruction by fire of four of Aeneas' ships, by the Trojan women, exasperated by six years at sea.
They did not want to leave these welcoming places, where the Trojan king Aceste reigned. Aeneas left all those who did not want to return to the sea.
At Pizzolungo, in these parts, there is the tomb of old father Anchise Ignazio Butitta, a Sicilian poet of social themes, wrote a beautiful poem dedicated to salt. He said that Sicilian salt seasoned pasta all over Europe, but the salt-pan worker, in the evening, had his clothes and his body all salty, but lived a 'dull' life!
What struck me here, apart from the white piles of salt, were the windmills, reminiscent of Greece and Spain.
The beauty in Italy is truly varied and amazing. To the foreman of the salt pans, Francesco, I expressed my wish to take some salt back home and to my relatives. He prepared a box full of salt for me and in return I gave him a painting. Now the windmills have been turned into restaurants. Great idea!
Saline di Trapani. cm 70×100 1985
