Cefalu is a typical fishing village that serves us a some place to stop on the long drive to Palermo.
The ancient lavanderia, where people came down to wash their clothes on the rocks. Everywhere you find a city, you must have a source of fresh water.
The narrow streets of the city. This is actually one of the larger ones.
The beachfront: the umbrellas are "lidos" where you rent the umbrella and chairs and get bar service to you on the sand.
We were going to eat lunch here, because it reminded us of our favorite "Chat Noir" restaurant here. We sat down and looked at the menu, and then bailed on them before we got served.
Some famous church.
I took this picture so I could remember the name of the city. There are more bad "Godfather" take-offs on Sicily than you can imagine ("I'm gonna make you a conolli that you can't refuse.").