I miss Via Ravecca, the open window I work next to there, and the noise of the street below.
I love the way life sounds lived there in the old part of the city of Genova.
I miss the smell of the farinata nearby. And the overflow of people, their talk and their laughter, at Pizzeria Ravecca.
I miss walking through Porta Soprana on my way to someplace nice everyday.
I miss the beautiful fountain in Piazza De Ferrari. And I miss Palazzo Ducale.
I miss 15 celsius because I have returned to -1 celsius.
I miss interviewing the people of Genova about their quietly remarkable lives.
I'm missing Genova.
The photograph here was taken by Dear Miss Fletcher ... who wrote, E poi siamo passate all’Antica Barberia Giacalone.