I can't tell you much about Trapani, except that I had an amazing bombolone alla Nutella at a bustling pasticceria on the way through. Trapani for me was about one thing. The salt flats. And they did not disappoint. Think shallow coastal waters, canals, windmills and mounds of snow-like, freshly harvested salt.
Arriving in Cefalù felt a bit like arriving in the Greek Islands, or maybe it's all in the name. A serene little town sitting pretty between its small bay on the Tyrrhenian Sea and the towering granite mountain of La Rocca.
Cefalù was all about colour for me. From dreamy pastel pinks, yellows and greens to the striking blues of the sky and sea, and its accompanying beach umbrellas.
It didn't steal my heart from Siracusa but a gorgeous little town nevertheless!