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Gallipoli – The Beautiful City That Thinks It’s an Island

If you're wondering what to see in Gallipoli, get ready for two things: to be amazed, and to get hungry. Gallipoli (from the Greek Kallípolis, meaning “beautiful city”) is the kind of place that, the moment you arrive, looks you in the eye and whispers: “Welcome, stranger. Take your photos, but you’ll never truly understand me.” Spoiler: it's right.

6/21/20251 min read

🌊 An Old Lady Gazing into the Sea

Gallipoli has two souls: the modern part, with wide boulevards and gelato shops, and the old town, clinging to a rocky islet and connected to the mainland by a bridge that acts like a red carpet.
As you walk along the bastions, it feels like time stopped—or maybe just went for a coffee.

Whitewashed houses, salty air in the alleyways, and the sea—always the sea—making everything more dramatic than it needs to be.

🏰 A Castle That Knows All the Secrets

At the entrance stands the Angioino Castle, looking grumpy in the way that only ancient fortresses can. And it’s earned it: it once defended the city from pirates, invaders, and loud tourists.

Inside, you’ll find art exhibits, photos, and blessed shade that’s worth more than gold in August.
Outside, fishermen mend their nets and nod at you. If you nod back, you’re basically local.

🐟 The Fish Market: Where Octopuses Stare Back

Just below the castle lies the fish market, a chaotic symphony of voices, colors, and seafood. Here, you can buy a squid that’s judging you, or an octopus that was probably planning an escape half an hour ago.
If you're unsure what to get, trust the vendor:
"This one's fresh, I saw it being born!"

🍝 Eating in Gallipoli Is a Spiritual Experience

Gallipoli isn’t just to be visited—it’s to be eaten.
Sea urchin spaghetti, fried fish, baked mussels, and gallons of white wine (not recommended, but understandable).
And for dessert? A pasticciotto al mare, which doesn't really exist, but sounds delicious.

🌅 Sunset from the Bastions (Tears May Occur)

As the sun sets behind the port, the bastions fill with people doing nothing: just watching, breathing, feeling.
The seagulls cry, the lights come on, and for a moment you think:
“Maybe I’ll stay.”

Gallipoli doesn’t try to convince you.
It believes it’s an island—and maybe it is.
One of those places you never really want to leave.