Sicily is a plural island. The concept of island normally carries a compact clump of race and customs, while here everything is mixed, is changing, contradictory, like in the most complex of the continents. Sicilies are many: the ochre one of the stones in the Valley of the Temples in Agrigento, the white one of the salt, the purple one of the lava of Mount Etna, the blue one of the sea, the golden one of the domes of Palermo and Monreale, the yellow and red one of the ripe citrus.
There is the liberty and baroque Sicily of Palermo and Catania, the trendy one of Taormina, the quite one of Erice; the bustling one of the "Vucciria" market in Palermo; the silent and ancient one of the Roman Villa of Piazza Armerina. Why so many Sicilies? Because Sicily has been the crossroads between the western and eastern cultures, between Africa and Europe. It has suffered of an excess of identity: Greeks, Carthaginians, Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, Normans, Spanish, they all passed and tried to take possession of it. They left their marks, of course, but failed to change this unique island.