After Rome we were making our way up to Paris with stops in Nice and Avignon. Unfortunately the only options for trains from Paris to Nice were long and expensive or long, expensive overnights. We decided to take a night stopover in Genoa to break up the train ride. Plus it gave us an excuse to get more of two of our favorite items that we had sampled extensively in Vernazza: Focaccia and Pesto.
Apparently Genoa has a not so stellar reputation as a tourist destination. It's port town that was at one point the trading center of the world, but it hasn't aged so gracefully. Nevertheless, our Frommers guidebook said it was actually a hidden gem. We actually found it enjoyable, but only for the night we were there. There was plenty to see. Big former palaces, some of which are now stores or museums and are open to the public; a winding maze of streets in the old town; and a large aquarium that is sprucing up the port area. However after one day of wandering I think we decided we had seen enough.
The picture above is from the rooftop deck of our hotel. It had a pretty good view, although port isn't as attractive as beach. We brought a bottle of wine up for the sunset. To commemorate our last night in Italy I made the same mistake I made about 10 other times: I accidentally bought a bottle of frizzante wine because I didn't look at it closely. It always comes as a slightly unpleasant surprise, especially since there's no way to get another bottle that late at night. Oh well. No frizzante wines to worry about in France and Spain for the most part.
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