When I (conveniently) forgot to wear earrings one day in June while in Ortigia, I saw these in a jewelry store window. I walked in and asked to see them. The salesman began his pitch to sell them to me, which I thought was hilarious because I knew exactly what they were… “Hand painted ceramic Sicilian cart wheels and beads made of lava from Etna,” he diligently explained. “I don’t need a box or bag,” I replied in Italian as I put my Euros on the counter.