It was about a half-mile walk from the dock to the city. According to Wikipedia, Genoa has been nicknamed la Superba ("the Proud one"), but the area immediately around the port was industrial-looking and didn't live up to the nickname. Once we reached and crossed the first major street we started passing the omnipresent shops that sold touristy trinkets. We made a stop at a produce market where we bought some fruit to eat later, and kept going. We missed the street Tony thought would take us to the city center, but instead of turning around we decided to just take the next one and see what happened.
What happened was a couple of hours wandering through the city center and rubbernecking as we passed by the beautiful buildings
|Couldn't figure out the name of this building, but isn't it awesome?|
|Piazza De Ferrari Fountain|
After several hours of exploring we were hot, tired, and hungry, and couldn't agree on the quickest way back to the ship. When I saw a friendly-looking woman I decided to take matters into my own hands and went up to her holding my map. I quickly determined she spoke no English, but by a little pantomiming (pointing to the ground in front of me and saying 'here' then pointing to the map and shrugging my shoulders) she got the idea that we wanted to know where we were and pointed us in the right direction.
It was another 20 minutes before we got back to the ship. The air conditioning felt so good!
|Chocolate and pistachio dessert at dinner|