One of the things I love about Genova is the fact that mass tourism hasn't decimated her soul.
The Genovese go about their lives in a way that feels like forever and familiar . And there is the sacred and the profane out there as you wander. The exquisite and the run-down stand side by side. Take a few steps and you're some place else.
There is ancient grandeur and there are the wilder streets. Those streets that inspire caution when you consider exploring them.
Genova is as She is. There is no pretence. Grandeur and grittiness co-exist. You can love her ... or not. She will not bow or preen for you.
I love that.
