Trapani harbour is much busier this morning, fishing boats motoring in to market, cars, buses and bin lorries.
Ali walks across to see the market in full swing and returns with prawns and vegetables, before we set off for Marsala. We pass the port then the salt pans and a few of the windmills that used to power the pumps for the pans.
At Marsala we easily find the car park, but when Ali uses 'translate' on our €5 ticket it turns out to be a meal voucher from a refugee aid centre. We think better of challenging the 'collector', as nearly everyone including locals are making a 'donation'.
It's a 3 minute walk to the old town through one of the arched gateways. Marsala is quiet and clean with smooth, polished flagstones. The warm, brown sandstone buildings are heavily baroque, with sharp masonry and deep relief carvings. Like the other Sicilian towns we've visited, wrought balconies are everywhere. There are plenty of eateries and wine bars, and a pleasant shady square with an ornate metal fountain.
We go along the sea front to the maritime museum which houses a partly rebuilt Liburna, a Carthegenian warship sunk in the first Punic war. Sadly the woman on the door says it's closed.
Back in town we look over the sunken remains of a Roman villa and then decide we need a drink. We avoid any cafe with cannoli written by its door and settle outside a fruit juice bar for a glass of orange juice squeezed within our view. The last thing to do is buy some Marsala wine and release Mary*Lou from the refugee camp/car park.
The drive away from Marsala is a complete contrast with the last few days; all flat and straight, no hills or bends and with frequent views of the sea. We drive through the busy town of Mazara del Vallo and just the other side find a lovely spot by the sea next to a big bed of hottentop.
As the sun starts to set we are joined by an Italian motorhome. We enjoy the prawns from the market followed by the steak from Palermo watching the stunning picture show. A big red sun touches the horizon and grows in diameter as it sinks, all in about 5 or 6 minutes, leaving a purple and orange sky.
All the time to the soundtrack of lapping waves.
Goodnight campers...