There are so many mythical things you hear about Corleone before you get there that you instinctively think you will be disappointed. It is a matter of expectation. If you expect to see anything particular or even beautiful, forget it and think about your expectation again. Why should a place like Corleone be beautiful, why should it be outstanding, remarkable, even special? You honestly expect a place where modern crime was invented to be beautiful? As most of the boys I was of course fascinated by the Mafia. Everything seemed to be allowed and secret and life as a member of the Mafia seemed like an eternal extension of boyhood, what else could a 10 year old ask for? When I first saw pictures of real Sicilian Mafiosi of today (mostly in handcuffs on the way to jail or already in) I noticed that they, contrarily to their U.S. relatives, were all dressed in a conspicuously inconspicuous way, as if they had to show the world that the Cosa Nostra (our thing) of the mafia is much more important than having money and show it. When they caught Provenzano, the last great capo di capi and ruler of the Mafia world, just outside of Corleone, he was dressed in a simple jacket and wore 2$ glasses, just like the town he had lived in all his life. Corleone.