I know, I know I promised I would keep on writing and once again I find myself explaining how intense the last couple of weeks have been to me. With so much exams, reading, writing and other things ahead of me, I am afraid you won’t see me often before the long awaited travel to Iran in June. #Iknow
However, I happen to have traveled back to Italy a few weeks ago and have some photos and memories I wish to share with you. That brief trip was a much needed Italian break. I enjoy living in Paris but, in the long run, the city of Lights stifles me and I am used to seeking refuge/healer in Italy.
That last time my choice fell on Genova, the city that has remained very dear to me for years. There is something mystical and unique about it, something that I have not found in any other place in the world.
Is it about the tiny and dark streets that form a kind of a tortuous maze? Or Genova’s hilly neighborhoods with so many stunning punti di vista that let you take a deep breath? Or looking for the hidden/forgotten chef d’oeuvres sculptured even above the most dilapidated streets’ doors?
Come what may, you should have your eyes wide open there, otherwise you won’t understand la Superba* and she will let you down. Try to get lost in its narrow alleys, to talk to its inhabitants, ask for directions and places to eat. The city’s essence is out of view really and that’s what I love about it. It is like a brain-teaser or playing hide and seek. The reward is worth it. Trust me.
Ci vediamo bella!
*a nickname given to Genova due to its glorious past. It used to be one of the most important cities in the Middle Ages.