Otranto, Italy

Otranto marks the very tip of the heel of the Italian boot. The Adriatic and Ionian seas meet against the salty walls of the town giving it the feel of one of those places where the natural elements (location included) have given it more of a history than the residents past. We followed the procession of Christ through the dark streets (it was Easter weekend) as eerie shadows of saints and sinners morphed along the ancient castle walls. My favourite part of the town was the impressive and unconventional mosaiced floor of the church depicting the tree of life and all its weird and wonderful life forms.