Bubbles in Piazza De Ferrrari, Genoa

I have been running away to Genoa since first being introduced to it by my lovely friend, Paola.  She opened the door to her home-city, and then left it open for me to return. 

I find something of home there, my New Zealand home.  Maybe it's simply the sea and the hills.  And then there are the unexpected things that happen, like this ...