Leaving Sicilia tomorrow, so we spent today getting our affairs in order.  This included braving haircuts for both of us.  Craig found a no-nonsense barbershop just up the street in the duomo square, and Phyllis went to what looked like a more sophisticated place down the street.  Well, 28 Euros later (approximately $37), Phyllis had been somewhat butchered.  Craig’s hair, on the other hand, looked quite nice and only cost $14.  Phyllis supposes that the lack of any English in the shop accounted for some of the problem (i.e. a failure to communicate), but also that the older gentleman in charge may have had a different vision for her than she expected.  In any event, he and his two assistants (who hovered around during the whole process like nurses passing scalpels to a surgeon) were very nice and cheerful, so it was hard to be upset.  They all did seem surprised when she put a stop to the rollers starting to go in her hair, so who knows, it might have been perfect.  However, we don’t travel with rollers (nor has Phyllis used them in, oh, 40 years at least), so that was a non-starter.  As Craig commented diplomatically, “It looks fine . . . but it will grow out.”  And fortunately for Phyllis, he has to look at it more than she does.

Otherwise we spent the day having a last pizza lunch, a last stroll down the main street getting fresh pasta, sausage and red sauce for supper, and packing.  We also finally visited the interior of the duomo, which has some very pretty ornate Byzantine artwork in the sanctuary.  Some think this is the best Byzantine artwork of all the churches in Sicily.  Although it was quite rainy all afternoon, it seemed that every time we stepped out of the apartment, another tour group was walking down the street.  Definitely time to move on.