The roads through the country side were small and winding. By the time we arrived in Noto it was dark. But we were able to see the Baroque-style buildings all lit up.
The old Noto was destroyed in a violent earthquake in 1693, and was then completely rebuilt from scratch in an almost entirely Baroque style. We walked down the main street, Corso Vittoria Emanuele, from where we could see many of the crumbling Baroque palaces, churches and houses.
The restoration of the Duomo was recently completed and stands grandly on top of staircase. All the buildings were really grand and impressive.
At the time we were there, we were the only tourists around, probably because it was getting late and it was low season. I didn't see anyone else with a camera. The locals were definitely looking at us strange.
S recalled his last visit here with a colleague from Milan who was also there for work. They decided to pay Noto a visit one evening after work. Imagine the scene: two young clean cut men who were clearly from the North, strolling the streets of Noto. They had fit the perfect image of two new carabinieri (a special branch of the armed forces with police functions) in town and the locals were all looking at them with suspicion and distrust. This time around, we were feeling rather conspicuous, but probably nothing like S' last visit.