GRAFFITI ALLA PALERMITANA – PART THREE OF FOUR

Let’s get right to it! Here are the rest of our graffiti photos, minus a few, which I’m saving for last in a separate post.

The title photo is a residence in Via Candelai, the street of the candle makers. Palermo, like Rome, was divided into artisan quarters in medieval times. Today Via Divisi is where you go to buy a bicycle. Via Calderai is where you go if you want something in metal, like a barbecue, a restaurant work table, or a big vat to cook pane ca' musa, a spleen sandwich served with caciocavallo cheese and a squeeze of lemon. Very popular with the locals, and my husband! But I digress....

The diptych below and the following mash-up are found on an abandoned ecclesiastical complex in Piazza Magione, just in back of our apartment.

Reminiscent of Banksy.

Art is love, love is art, and everything is Dada after a few Forst beers.

I love the way this artist integrated (pun intended) the windows into the work.

This one below is in a small courtyard next to a mosque reached from a vaulted arch off the street in which there is a small, neighborhood church. Nearby, through a labyrinth of alleys, is an old synagogue. In certain quarters of the city you still find street signs in three languages--Italian, Arabic, and Hebrew.

Another beauty from Alessandra.

Play it again, Ecce Homo!

Behold the Naked King below, with a strategically placed dollar bill. Did the artist forget to leave enough room for the crown, or is the slip deliberate? I'm going with the latter.

Santa Rosalia, of course, but with the Palermo soccer club logo on her breast. Their team colors are pink and black. Only in Palermo is this not considered an odd choice.

Right next to Domenico's transport services.

And these last two are in a courtyard behind a dance club where the DJ was spinning reggae the night we stopped in. Sorry about the hot spots. The photos, not the club.

Keep it real!

Marilyn

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