Palermo, Sicily: A Photo Story

Two Englishmen, an Irishman, and a man whose ancestry rivals James Brown's in its complexity, come together in Palermo . . .
. . . where, getting zero interest from the local birds . . .
. . . they hit the local's favourite nightspot and witness a fiery Italian stallion whisper sweet nothings to his beloved (or was that assault?) . . .
. . . Mark's too busy tracking down his lost luggage to care though . . .
. . . his annoyance is lifted when the boys pass a fish stall and feel a bit peckish . . .
. . . a short bus-ride later, they're sitting down at a swanky restaurant with sea views . . .
. . . where even the oyster scooper is fashionably dressed . . .
. . . sadly this sartorial elegance in no way aides the taste of the sea urchins . . .
. . . but a shopping spurge helps to erase the memory . . .
. . . where even the bigger sized man is catered for.
Afterwards, Mark continues his negotiations with lost luggage operators at Air-Italia . . .
. . . who can only offer him a fat man with an umbrella in compensation . . .
. . . a selection of cheeses accompanied by various jams . . .
. . . and a small budget that goes no way near to paying for his BOGLIOLI jacket.
With Mark on his way in style, the remaining trio skip town in hired wheels. . .
. . . and head east along the coast for glorious panoramas . . .
. . . stunning 16th century architecture . . .
. . . and very gay photo-shoots.