The last Sicilian city we stayed in was Catania. Mary went off in the tour bus to visit Taormina, a little north of Catania, but the weather was iffy so I decided to stay in Catania, where I visited a fish market and then walked in the pouring rain to, of all places, a spacious and comfortable Sicilian MacDonald’s, where I finished reading the well regarded 1958 Sicilian novel, The Leopard. All but one of the photos below are of the market, but one is of a pastry that is a Sicilian specialty on the feast of Saint Agatha in February. The pastry “depicts” a breast of Saint Agatha, who was martyred by having her breasts ripped off. Agatha is the patron saint of women who suffer rape and is also invoked (appropriately in a city near Mount Etna) for protection against volcanic eruptions. Along with Saint Lucy, Agatha is still venerated all over Sicily with special foods and even parades on her feast day.