I’m back in Genoa and I’m trying to get my heart away from melancholy. I was walking through the ancient town after work and the view is always ever so pleasing.
The old port, known as Porto Antico, is undeniably one of the most famous areas of the city for the particular pages in history it represents (I’ll write more about it sometime soon because my brain is still on stagnancy mode from everything that happened in my life recently - it is frozen like the previous freezing days where the cold windy breeze felt like it was biting my face).
Anyhow, instead of me giving you an overview with disorganized thoughts, let’s just make you see where my eyes are at on this twilight moment.
The place is so calm today compared from that of yesterday when the wind was so strong that it was almost carrying me.
