The picture of my daughters and I laboring up an Erice alley is exactly what it looks like. We are not checking for dog poop. This was the tail end of a brutally hot day that involved hiking to the majestic Segesta temple. I thought I could handle the Sicilian July heat everybody warned me about, but this was hot. To give you an indication, when it was time to take a food break in Erice, we had no other choice but go to a tourist trap. We were seated on a touristy terrace with other tourists, given overpriced tourist menus (Caprese salad!), and then gave them our money and soul.
But this was still a good day. Segesta blew us away with its beauty and setting. Once a Greek powerhouse, one of many in Sicily, whose pride and overconfidence left it badly defeated. Now whats left is a roofless temple, and a Greek theater with that classic Greek theater style setting. The best I’ve seen.
Meanwhile Erice, perched on a mountain, not a hill, was surprisingly quiet for such a major tourist attraction. Its home to the famous Pasticceria Maria Grammatico, Sicily’s sweets jewel founded by a nun who grew up in an orphanage in Erice. Nuns are responsible for much of the desserts found all over Sicily.