Since the start, Palermo welcomed me into its hungry, chaotic and utterly charming arms in a way that has taken me completely by surprise.
Accompanied by potent glasses of gin and tonic, which have gradually transformed into the far more Sicilian Negroni Sbagliato, bad Italian grammar and an English dress sense that now has some serious Sicilian accents, I have met the kindest people, made some cracking friends, been exasperated by the Palermitani’s love of walking slowly and have fallen in love with this irresistible city. Oh, and obviously I have eaten rather a lot of outrageous Sicilian food.
So. Palermo and me. We’re definitely past flirting. This is a long-term relationship.