Daytrippin Noto
- Tobias Heller
- 30. Okt. 2016
- 3 Min. Lesezeit
My new won little Syracuse Crew and me are going on a daytrip to Noto. As I am planning to do this on the way to Ragusa out of reasons of simplicity, I stuff my belongings back inside my backpack and leave together with my short-time travel crew. Noto has been declared part of the world cultural heritage just several years ago and has once been destroyed during a terrible earthquake from which many other cities suffered deerly. This destruction finally resulted in todays Noto constructed in a late baroque style. Characteristically it is loaded with dozens of various churches.
Citytrip
Noto - Another Baroque City
We get inside the train, with a few very old, rattling wagons attached to each other. The walls seem to be quite thin, the seats are worn out with rubbed off tissue from uncountable previous journeys and butts they had to withstand. A funny thought crosses my mind, thinking about the things such a seat must have experienced and how many weird people it must have been hosting. On board of the train other tourists from syracuse are joining on the ride, apparently also with Noto as their goal. It shows in the way they are dressed, that they can only be tourists. The older silver-haired man is wearing sandals with white tennis socks that are pulled up to the mid of his thighs, an ugly bright yellowish-green checkered buttoned shirt with short arms, his camera keeps on dangling back and forth with the train's alternating speed and last but not least an utterly misplaced basecap, making him look like a retired person still stuck in his teenage age, sits on top of his head. This all gives him away before him speaking to his wife - he is the sterotypical german vacacionist in Sicily. I am amused. When we arrive at the rundown train station which is situated at the bottom of Noto, we make our way upwards to the city center, which is situated on a hill. Initially we stroll over a large Piazza that is placed in front of the main street of Noto. Along this street we find several churches, stairways leading upwards, antique statues all around the Piazzas.
Strolling
Flair of Italy
The main center is visited in less than 3 hours, even though we take it really slow, step inside several churches as there are plenty of them spread around, so we begin to stroll around the smaller streets in the northern part, thereby going in a long bow around the west side, ending up again in the southern territory. To walk through these streets is relaxing, it may not be the most precious place to visit, with not too much going on, but I enjoy the good company I am in. Like in other Italian cities, the authentic flair can be felt here as well.
Epilogue
Next stop - the journey goes on
We altogether go back down to the train station, my hosts alias part time travel mates are returning back to Syracuse, while I still have to pass another hour until another train leaves to Ragusa. Inevitably part of traveling, I have to say goodbye to Tanya, Robert and Beth, but who knows - our paths might cross once more later on. And they will.
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