It’s late May and I’m perched at one of just eight crisp white draped tables at restaurant Otto Geleng on the demurely lit balcony at the 150-year-old Grand Hotel Timeo, a Belmond Hotel in Taormina. Fuschia blooms in terracotta pots lead my eye outwards to Mount Etna which surveys Naxos Bay in the moonlight. I feel like I’ve been transplanted into a painting or a movie set, or even a novel. And in a way, I have.
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