I'm missing the colours and the light of Genova ... so much!

I'm missing the colours and the light of Genova ... so much!

I love the way this city goes from post-modern to ancient, and everything in-between, so easily.

Roberto Panizzi is the president of the World Pesto Championships here in Genova and he was kind enough to allow our workshop group to photograph him making pesto. Grazie mille to Anna, of Beautiful Liguria, for setting that up.
There Robert was, surrounded by 5 women as he demonstrated the pesto-making process, talking and inspiring us while calmly bearing the quiet storm of flashes along with the knowledge that Hanna's was also filming him.
Here he is, having photographed us, busy sending the resulting images out to all his twitter followers.
We adored him.

Whenever I return to Genova, I remember ... that I'm walking along roads that have been here forever. It makes me almost sure that ghosts surely walk next to me as I wander.
Tonight I couldn't resist and wandered out with the tripod. There was the image below, with life carrying on through my time-lapse, creating something that almost captures this feeling I have about walking next to the ancients when I'm here.
I listen to life out there on the streets, generations of people in this place of complicated history and excellent stories.
Back in Genova ... and loving it.


One of those flash ephiphanies of travel, the realisation that worlds you'd love vibrantly exist outside your ignorance of them. The vitality of many lives you know nothing about. The breeze lifting a blue curtain in a doorway billows just the same whether you are lucky enough to observe it or not.
Travel gives such jolts.
Frances Mayes, from A Year in the World.

Whenever I leave Genova, I go through a withdrawal as I leave the source of some truly superb coffee, found at Caffè degli Specchi.
I know there's a shift to make ... from the sublime back to the-best-I-can-find-here.
This was my answer to the spotty quality of coffee found outside of Genova. A small machine, the most I could afford and yes, it makes me happy.
The small cup is just the perfect size. An exquisite gift from the mother of my first husband, given to me when she came over and spent a couple of weeks with us last summer. Thank you, Valda :-)
