Continue the journey of the two young lovers in Liguria: here they find themselves in the great city of Genova
«We arrived in Liguria in the dead of night, satisfying our hunger with the remains of the wedding cake, our rings like golden reflections still feeling strange on our fingers. Despite the help of your sister, you were not able to undo the intricate braid work that adorned your head beneath the white veil, so, with hairpins slipping down between your curls and your ivory heels in your hands, you followed me to the boat, the distant shimmer of the reception marquee and the far echo of the applause of our friends behind your shoulders. Now, at the dawn of our new world together, I look at you captivated while you wear the umpteenth white dress and we almost seem still there, standing in front of the altar, me waiting for you to finally appear and stay forever.»
Right from the start, Genova conquers our hearts. The hidden Genova, the intimate one, the one of the caruggi that make us dizzy. A lattice of streets and corners, intertwined like the rhythm of an ancient poem, the elegant buildings that follow the flow of narrow streets, fluid like water between our fingers.
It is a Genova of ascents and descents, glimpses of squares and unexpected landscapes. In the background, the eternal presence of the sea. Simply by queuing for a coffee in the centre we discover the lift of Piazza Portello. A young barmaid explains to us that la spianata di castelletto (the esplanade of the castelletto) was where she first kissed, as she concentrates on the tray of drinks in her hands, a little lost in the memory of days gone by. “We must go” you insist, so, even though I have had a fear of heights since I was eight, I hold your hand tightly as we climb to the sky, suspended in a huge lift with glass walls. The view of the city from the Belvedere is one that takes your breath away as it fills your lungs with wonder. The big heart of Genova pulsates under our eyes, the distant harbour cranes like watchtowers on the sea. The geometry of the houses, the spaces, the arches, the most forgotten corners; colours, lives, experiences, souls that mingle and unite without ever joining altogether, without ever forgetting the other half. “A sea of houses and a sea of water, I really don’t know which one to choose”. We sit on a bench a few steps from the long railing; with you and Genova before my eyes, I decide to give you our second first kiss.