In Palermo, the sea knows no seasons. It's there, faithful and majestic, lulling the city with its slow breath, summer and autumn alike. When the October days grow gentler and the air fills with a golden light, the sea becomes a refuge, a companion for silent strolls and lighthearted thoughts.
A Mondello, la sabbia chiara si stende come velluto, ormai libera dagli ombrelloni colorati. Il mare, ancora tiepido, riflette cieli tersi e tramonti infuocati. Ci sono giorni in cui il coraggio spinge i più audaci a tuffarsi ancora, a lasciarsi avvolgere dall’acqua limpida che conserva il calore dell’estate. Altri, invece, preferiscono camminare lungo la riva, raccogliendo conchiglie e lasciandosi sorprendere dal silenzio interrotto solo dalle onde.
Further away, between the rocks of Addaura and the paths leading to Capo Gallo, the sea appears wild, powerful, and immense. Here, autumn isn't melancholy, but pure strength: the wind carries the scent of salt, the sun gently caresses the skin, and every step seems an invitation to contemplation.
And then November arrives. Elsewhere, the sea becomes distant, a mere gaze upon. In Palermo, however, it continues to call. Its waters can still welcome, its beaches remain open, its sunrises and sunsets offer intimate emotions, to be experienced almost in secret. It's as if the sea, during this time, gives itself above all to those who seek it with a patient heart.
The sea of Palermo isn't a place to visit, but to experience. It's a promise that doesn't fade with summer: an embrace that lasts all year, reminding those who encounter it that beauty has no calendar.
