I love this city ...
One day, a long time ago, an old man took me by the arm here in Genova and he led me round the corner to this beautiful church.
I think he made me visit because he knew the church was that beautiful.
Yesterday, in-between everything else, I was back there again ... falling in love with its quiet beauty again.
Can you tell how much I love these places of worship?
It was the same in Istanbul, when I discovered the peaceful beauty of the mosque.
A lovely elderly gentleman saw me taking a photograph and took me to another shop window, showing me its contents, and then on round the corner, telling me that I must see inside this church pictured below.
I think we did all of this in Italiano which I really don’t speak but sometimes, or oftentimes, you just ‘get’ what people are trying to tell you because your passion and curiousity meets them halfway.
Grazie to the Genovese man whose name I don’t know, for knowing that I might love this beautiful church, up a side street and almost round a corner ... a place I might never have found on my own.
