Castelmola!

When Turrisi returned to Castelmola after WW2, he opened a quirky little shop of novelty odds and ends from hand-crafted chairs to puppets to lemonade. Times were rough and the almond wine maker sometimes waited half a year to get just one bottle to sell his wine in.

Today the shop is now a bar and Turrisi's son still sells his dad's signature wine and kept his father's tradition of a guest book for visitors to sign. But he has refocused the family's nutty little business.

Now put your hand on this penis...I mean door handle...and come on in!





Here's more about Castelmola's famous landmark attraction - http://www.turrisibar.it/history.htm



Now, the Italian penis is quite sacred in these parts of the world, according to an article Lisa Balboni recently sent me. In fact, Italy has passed "don't touch" legislation to deter (mostly) men from grabbing their crotch. While such gestures were once made to ward off bad luck, it's now considered indecent.


While this seriously offends my sense of civil liberties that government should tell me what I can pick, grab, scratch on my own body, it's just another nutty, unenforceable Italian law. Madonna, Michael, McJagger beware!