we go up this beautiful mountain, this incredible town, back to the 12th century, people charge up the hill to the beautiful church to take the walk at michael coreleone. now and forever more, it will be sort of the godfather theme park, where they are just playing the godfather theme over and over. most are disgusted by it. imagine not waking up every day as one bus after another field with japanese tourist go up there. look, michael coreleone got married there, it is so fantastic! [ laughter ] is one of the most beautiful places in europe, a place whose roots are very much the town where i live, but somehow, i ve never been able to get it right. to tell the story, any story of sicily. it is the biggest island in the mediterranean, two main towns of palermo and catania on opposite sides. i ve done a show in palermo before, it was an epic goat rodeo, a failure of humiliating scale. this time, i was going to get it right. there is the sicily we know from films, an provoc
octopus, frozen the urchin after another, splash, splash, splash. each specimen drops along the rocks or along the seafloor, to be heroically discovered by tourists moments later, privately showing off to the camera. i am not actually watching as this boat throws it in the water, one after another. i am no marine biologist, but i know dead octopus when i see one. i m pretty sure they don t drop from the sky and sink straight to the bottom. three? okay, i tried to get some and also some [ speaking non- english ] strangely, everyone pretends to believe that hideous sham unfolding before our eyes, doing their best to ignore the blindly obvious. then, they dump the whole back of dead fish into the city sea.