Your night, stop by stop
Sciacca Grill steps
We grab a paper bag of fresh-fried sciacca and figolli from a hole-in-the-wall, then eat them sitting on the limestone steps off Strait Street.
The fortifications loop
We walk the full sea-facing bastion ring at golden hour, ducking into the casemates and stopping wherever the light gets weird.
Tico Tico
We end up at the tiny bar tucked into Strait Street where the door is barely a door. One drink, knees touching, no plan after.