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The places of the literary tale by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa: La Cala


The oldest port of Palermo, used since the Phoenician themes


The sites are part of the places of the literary story of Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa included in the Register of the Region of Sicily LIM (The Places of the literary, cinematographic, television story)

This is the list of places entered in the LIM register:

(The Leopard):

  • Palermo:
    • Villa Salina
    • Villa Tomasi in San Lorenzo Colli,
    • Villa Airoldi,
    • Ranchibile Villa,
    • C / da Terrerosse
    • Villa Trabia
    • Gardens of Villafranca
    • Porta Maqueda
    • Quattro Canti di Campagna (Piazza Marchese di Regalmici),
    • Professed House,
    • la Cala,
    • Portico of S. Maria della Catena Church,
    • Ponteleone / Monteleone Palace,
    • Via Valverde,
    • Apses of San Domenico Church,
    • Descent of the Nannies,
    • Via Salina,
    • Trinacria hotels
  • Bisacquino (province of Palermo);
  • Rampinzeri Farm (Santa Ninfa-province of Trapani);
  • Forra della Dragonara (province of Agrigento);
  • Misilbesi junction (province of Agrigento);
  • Santa Margherita del Belice-prov. Agrigento:
    • Church of Our Lady of Grace,
    • Palazzo Salina / Filangeri-Cutò,
    • "Zzu Minicu" tavern 
    • Donnafugata;
  • Monastery of Santo Spirito (Palma di Montechiaro-prov. Agrigento)


At the entrance to the suburbs of the city, a villa Airoldi, a patrol stopped the car. Voices from Puglia, Neapolitan voices ordered the "halt," immeasurable bayonets flashed under the nscillating light of a lantern; but a non-commissioned officer soon recognized Don Fabrizio who was standing with the top hat on his lap. "Sorry, Excellency, come by." On the contrary, he made a soldier get on the box so that he would not be disturbed by the other checkpoints. The weighted coupe went slower, circled Villa Ranchibile, passed Terrerosse and the gardens of Villafranca, entered the city through Porta Maqueda. At Caffè Romeres ai Four Canti di Campagna the officers of the guard departments joked and sipped enormous slushes. But it was the only sign of life in the city: the streets were deserted, resonating only with the cadenced pace of the patrols as they passed with the white bandoliers crossed over their chests. On the sides the basso continuo of the convents, the Badia del Monte, the Stigmata, the Crociferi, the Teatini, pachydermic, pitch black, immersed in a sleep that resembled nothing.

“In two hours I will come back to pick you up, Father. Good prayers. " And poor Pirrone knocked confusedly on the door of the convent, while the coupe was moving away through the alleys. Leaving the carriage at the palace, the Prince walked to where he was determined to go. The road was short, but the neighborhood was notorious. Soldiers in full gear, so that it was immediately clear that they had sneaked away from the bivouacs in the squares, they came out with frosted eyes from the low houses on whose delicate balconies a basil plant explained the ease with which
they had entered. Sinister young men in baggy trousers quarreled in the low tones of angry Sicilians. From afar came the sound of firing shots from nervous sentries. After this district the road skirted the Cala: in the old fishing port the semi-sacrificial boats swayed, with the desolate look of mangy dogs.



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