Modica was a small and very charming city in the mountains, where the old part of town didn't only consist of narrow streets but also many stairs that had to be climbed to reach the high view point in the Town. It had a slight South American feel to it. I probably never before experienced a city so similar in color.
If I felt lost in the streets of Syracuse I probably had even less sense of direction here. Luckily it helps having three other people two follow plus meeting friendly locals who can point in the right direction.