Palmino, also known as Palermo to everyone normal

Lovely Slums.
Palermo is old, very old… It’s been inhabited for about the last 3000 years and most of the buildings looked like they haven’t changed a great deal since then. It’s pretty hard to describe exactly how Palermo made us feel… This is the kind of place where they deal with undelivered post by burning or throwing them into the sea, primary health care for many involves a trip to the local magician, some of the most amazing palaces, cathedrals and remnants of their vibrant history are left to rot and crumble because the city cannot afford to keep them safe let alone maintain.
But behind the decay, and possibly even because of it, is a beautiful, culturally rich and entertaining city. One of the things we liked most about Palermo was wandering its streets crammed with cars and scooters in every spare space, the gesticulating and volatile Palermitans, its shrines to Padre Pio and the sacred watermelon on every street corner, tacky karaoke bars and some of the best markets we’ve seen.

Sarah wanted a trim and I’d never had a barber shave and these guys waving me down so we thought we’d give them a ago. So after being forced to drink a shot of espresso and Sarah explaining she knew it was a barber shop for men but she had short hair like a man so it would be ok, we both took a seat.