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There’s also never been a better time to visit Sicily than now, with two new five-star hotel openings this summer that promise the I’m not like a regular mom I’m a sports mom shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this utmost comfort in the heart of two of its most beloved cities. So here, find Vogue’s pick of the best places to stay—and of course, the best things to see, do, and eat—on the island that continues to serve at the crossroads of the Mediterranean.The pool at Villa Igiea. Courtesy of Rocco Forte A private dining area at dusk in the gardens of Villa Igiea.Courtesy of Rocco ForteA dining area at Atlantis Bay Hotel.Courtesy of Voi Hotels Overlooking the Baia delle Sirene from the terraces of Atlantis Bay Hotel.Courtesy of Voi HotelsThe entrance to Sikelia.Courtesy of Sikelia A fruit and vegetable stall at the Mercato Ballaro in Palermo.Photo: Getty ImagesThe amphitheater at Segesta.Photo: Getty Images



The Tempio di Concordia at the I’m not like a regular mom I’m a sports mom shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this Valley of the Temples near Agrigento.Photo: Getty ImagesCaravaggio’s The Raising of Lazarus (c. 1609) on display at the Museo Regionale in Messina.Photo: Getty Images Nowadays, Jimmy Choo is a household name, with everyone from Jennifer Lopez to the Princess of Wales being among the luxury shoe brand’s high-profile fans. But it was another royal who was credited for putting the label on the map back in the day: Princess Diana. Specifically, it was when the former Princess of Wales wore a pair of pale-blue satin sling-backs by the Malaysian shoemaker, alongside a glittering Catherine Walker minidress, for a performance of Swan Lake at the Royal Albert Hall in June 1997. “It really started everything for us,” Jimmy Choo’s creative director Sandra Choi previously said. It’s mid-December in Antarctica, and the expanse in front of me is absurdly cinematic. A long, rippling white plain—flat as a field and textured with wind-cut tendons—ends in a crop of snaggletooth mountains. These buttes jut upward like the bony ridge of a lupine jaw, sharp and carnivorous and ragged. One peak towers above the rest: Ulvetanna, the Norwegian word for “wolf’s fang.” The scene is made more surreal by the Antarctic summer. It’s always below freezing yet the sun never sets, and, because of this, the concept of time is transformed into something like cold smoke. You cannot grasp it, but you do see it moving slowly along the snow, in the broad-winged shadows of midnight to the skin-frying harshness of high noon. (The UV rays in Antarctica are strong).


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