The air in Pozzallo carries the weight of the sirocco, thick with the scent of saltwater and ancient limestone. Within this corner of the Val di Noto, a 104-square-meter detached frame awaits a slow restoration of spirit. Its three bedrooms are oriented to catch the sharp, white glare of the Mediterranean, offering a private vantage point over the port city’s honeyed streets. One might spend mornings peeling sun-warmed blood oranges on a balcony before the short walk to the shore. A canvas is ready for your specific quietude.