" Who knows if Iolanda will ever notice me... " I can't speak for Iolanda, but I noticed him--as I took stock of Palermo and its environs-- a few weekends ago. Friday : a walk along the sea wall and then through the neighborhood, where I saw the touching graffiti above and a crew of men setting up lights for the festival of Santa Maria della Mercede. Saturday : two contemporary art openings, a fairy tale wedding, and then a carousel of lights in Piazza Sant'Anna. Sunday : a five-course tasting menu at La Strummula in Santa Flavia, walked off by a hike to Sant'Elia at the edge of town, its limestone cliffs overlooking a limpid cove where the locals enjoyed a late afternoon swim. Just another weekend in and around Palermo. The date palms along the Foro Italico are bursting with fruit and it still felt like summer that Friday. But the clouds seen from our bathroom window (surely the best bathroom view ever) give a clue that Fall is on its way. Friday af...