Palermo is a strange town. There is a strange mix of beautiful and horrible architecture. Some buildings remain damaged from American bombs in WWII. We have seen churches built in the 11th century. In the convento dei cappucini we saw a 2 year old who was mummified in 1920. In the Botanical Gardens there was the most massive banyan tree. Then in front of a baroque church we saw a dead rat. A Detroit sized cockroach climbed onto my ankle last night (I screamed unashamedly). The Cattedrale built over an old mosque was so beautiful I almost cried. I don’t love this city as I have loved other places we visited, but I won’t ever forget it.