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 ...