The complications of Italian immigration play out in the Palermo market

The stands overflowed with Sicilian blood oranges and almonds. Mediterranean mussels gleamed black. Taut yellow strings connected the tail fins to the grim mouths of sea bream, their silver backs curved like commas. Vendors interrupted their Sicilian warbling (“It’s her that I miss”) to tempt passersby with traditional cartilage salads or spoon out spleen sandwiches over smoky grills.

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