It’s a noisy festival of the senses that takes place when the fishing boats dock in the port of Sciacca. Tons of fish and seafood are unload onto the dock that is part meeting place and part market. Let’s raise the curtain on this brightly colored Southern piece of theater, where the fishermen become showmen who present their scintillating red-gold-and silver colored merchandise. The turquoise colored sea and the old city of Sciacca provide a perfect setting. When the sun rises high in the sky, the salty smell of the sea intermingles with typical Southern fragrances. We’re not the only ones in the market where we’re joined by some of the most important Sicilian restaurateurs. In fact, I got to know one of my favorite ones on the wharf in Sciacca where I’d noticed he was much better than me at haggling over the price of his purchases. In fact, every time I enter his restaurant, I remember the sun and the smell of the salt water, I can hear the laughter and the bartering going on, and I can imagine myself beside the sea.