There was a young lady from Genoa, who was quite something of a goer; she met a young artistic chap, jumped right onto his lap – and ended up painting the floor.
The sun has got to me, or maye today is light on gelato.
It was heavy on fantastic wee alleys off squares and broad streets. Colourfully decorated with a happy splattering of grafitti. Some of them were of course murals. From the 16th Century, decorating Via Garibaldi. So many of them that UNESCO had a committee to draw lots to see which ones would be listed. It also claims to be the origin of urban architecture. Whatever.
The port is bustling – one of the cruise ships takes 9000 people (including 2200 crew). Not my bowl of porridge.
It’s good to get a sense of how old buildings are repurposed and still in use. Lots of people living in the City Centre. How the odd cars get down the alley is a feat to imagine. How they got rid of sewage from the middle ages when building them that high need not be thought about. Garde Loo as they say in Old Reekie (Edinburgh old town).
Start heading towards Nice for next couple of days. Lovely you know.
Travelling reflections 