Cefalu, Sicily, Italy. March 2006
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
E.B. White
Every day is laundry day in small town Sicilia.
To take this photo, I had to knock on an anonymous door, and speak in such broken Italian that the old lady simply replied, “Inglese?” and let me in. From the third floor (well, second floor in Europe) all the angles are eliminated. Instead of looking up at buildings, Im peering through a canyon of multiculoured laundry.
And one curious face, wondering what the hell I’m doing.