On Loving Genova ...

I arrived in Genova yesterday, ran my errands, and returned to the apartment just as the heavens opened. And I've been told there is more due tomorrow but today ... today is superb. 

The sky is the deepest blue. It was already 9 celsius when I headed out in search of my first espresso at 10am.  It's so very good to be back. 

I slept 11 hours last night.  6 hours is normal for me.  I need to  go outside again, just to be out in it all.  I wanted to download a series of puddle reflection photographs I just took.  See ... La Superba still is really.

Standing Still ...

I've been standing still since Paris, 13 October 2013.  It feels very odd.  A little like sleeping, or perhaps napping.

As a result the house is looking pretty.  My bedroom/office space has been refined.  I like it.  And Gert's building me a 2m wide corkboard ... so that I can hang the photographs I'm using for the book.  Apparently he was inspired to create the corkboard when he arrived home and discovered my lines of nylon thread, filled with many pegged A4 colour images.

We negotiate this office space that we share here in our big old L-shaped Belgian bedroom.  He is a very organised man.  I am a chaotic-while-preferring-to-be-organised woman.  I have my little nest of books and papers, photographs and paintings, memories and all kinds of other things too, tucked away behind a small shelf-wall.  I'm in the corner, next to a window, where the predominant colours are deep red and terracotta. 

It's winter here.  I am in need of colour.