Maybe if I keep a punchcard, after 20 UNESCO world heritage sites I'll get a free footlong sub. They do seem to be falling over each other here in Italy. New rule, at least one major Hollywood blockbuster has to have been made about the place or circumstances before it qualifies. Better luck next year Christopher Columbus. Try calling Bruckheimer. Besides being the home of the namesake of the worst American holiday, Genoa is a beautiful port city that's reaped the benefit of its position as traders to the world over centuries. For example, check out that door knocker. He's a merman. A MerMAN! I think he could turn the starbucks mermaid into a merlady.
Splendid little plazas were everywhere, hidden up stairs and behind giant doors. Many of them were free to enter and wander through. I found this jewel of a sculpture in a small pond behind one of the many doors.
Genoa does appear to be bursting apart old seams, but it just adds to the character. New developments and architecture collect at the edges, but the century old houses and apartments remain the same as the city climbs into the steep hills.
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