Worse? How could it be worse? Genova, Genova, Genova

Apologies for the title, it's my Monte Python's Life of Brian coming out.  We actually stayed about 30km from Genova in a seaside town on the Italian Riviera called Varazze.  Our new digs were just outside of the town in a converted stable/granny flat out the back of a large house which was originally the servants quarters for the even larger house next door.

The hostess Gabriella was absolutely fantastic.  She gave us all sorts of goodies from fruity cake things, yogurt, milk, a cold beer on arrival, and even a bottle of the local lambrusco.  The night prior to us going into Genova, she even put together a hand written walking tour of the old town.

Genova has some magnificent architecture in the old town...

... but just off the main streets, there are some very dark alleys with some dodgy looking dudes sitting around the edges.  It's amazing how dark these alleys are even in the middle of a sunny day!  Our hostess warned us of these areas - apparently they have gotten worse since the massive influx of refugees.  No photos sorry - not the sort of places you set up for a shot or use a flash.  Call me gutless if you like.

Back in Varazze, we frequented a bar for a round of drinks (a beer and a glass of rose) and look what they provided with it...

... and this photo of tapas plate was after I'd hoed into half of it!  Pizza, salami, cheese, corn chips, salsa, olives, focaccia - who needs dinner!