That House I Love, Boccadasse

And there at the end of Corso Italia was Boccadasse ... still.

But they have painted the house I’ve been photographing since that first time I wandered here.  Not only that, it’s a restaurant now.

I need to pass by and casually case the joint one day soon, just to see if it’s a place I can afford to eat, maybe one time.  It was a house I would have loved to have lived in.  A dinner, out there on the terrace, seems like something almost as delightful.

We’ll see ...

A presto.