Sicily 12: A Fish Story That’s True

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.

The Catania Fish Market
This gentleman was not pleased with my picture taking
Saint Agatha Pastry