LOVE AT ANY STAGE.

Young Sicilians had ebbed back to northern jobs and universities after the summer holidays, while Airbnb helped their families extract a trickle of income from farmhouses and inherited apartments. If we had those first years of marriage on our minds, it was partly because September is wedding season in Sicily, or so it seemed from the ceremonies and photo shoots we stumbled on nearly every day. And though Ariella and I knew abstractly that Sicily's hybrid culture is formed out of shards from all over the Mediterranean, we weren't prepared for the polychrome and multiethnic splendor of the cathedral of Monreale. [Extracted from the article]