Grand Genoa

Our last stop on our trip along the French and Italian Riviera was this grand old city of Genoa.  Having just gone back through my holiday photos, I realise now that I took far more pictures in Genoa than in any other of our stop-offs; there is just so much to see and admire. 

There are the palaces, many of which have become museums and art galleries.  There are mazes of Medieval streets (the ‘Caruggi’), multiple squares and imposing public buildings.  There are spectacular views from the hills above the city that are accessible by a lift and funiculars.  And there is the port where many of the old warehouses and harboursides are now full of restaurants and bars and where a film-prop galleon (Roman Polanski’s Neptune) is berthed prominently harbourside. 

We had a very full 48 hours in Genoa.  It’s a busy, gritty city packed with things to see.  It’s a city that seems comfortable with its somewhat faded grandeur.  It appears to be preserving, restoring and exploiting it for tourism as well as posterity.

The Palaces

Most of the famous palaces are in Via Garibaldi and our family hotel was conveniently located between that impressive street and the railway station.  As soon as we left our hotel, having stashed our luggage in our room one more time, we started to pass palaces.  One such is now part of Genoa University (below). 

Genoa University
Genoa University (Palazzo Dell’Universita)

Opposite is Palazzo Reale which, like many of the palaces, was built in the mid-17th Century.  We peeked in but pressed on and by the time we had arrived in Via Garibaldi, it was clear that we were in a very special town centre with a myriad of medieval, baroque and renaissance buildings in almost every direction we looked. 

Buildings On Our Way To Via Garibaldi
Buildings On Our Way To Via Garibaldi

We saved entering the Via Garibaldi palaces until our second full day in the city.  Three of the main palaces make up the Strada Nuova Museums and can be visited with a single ticket.  Palazzo Rosso, Palazzo Bianco and Palazzo Tursi are magnificent Baroque/Renaissance buildings comprising over 75 rooms.  The whole is an incredible UNESCO site of history and art.

Palazzo Rosso is as red as its name suggests.  When built, most of the internal terraces and stairwells must have been open to the elements.  Significant repairs were required following damage during the Second World war and then further restoration was undertaken that was completed in 2022.  This has enclosed the terraces in glass so the vistas are still evident but the art works in the building are fully protected from the weather.

Palazzo Rosso, Genoa
Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

The principal rooms themselves are largely empty of furniture but almost all are decorated ornately.  The ceilings, in particular, were incredible in room after room.  Many of the walls are now devoted to displays of Italian and Flemish art, much of which was collected by the families that lived in the building until it was donated to the city in 1874. 

Some Of The Ceiling Paintings, Palazzo Rosso, Genoa
Some Of The Ceiling Paintings, Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

The top floor of the palace is perhaps the most interesting.  It was a retreat for some members of the family during the 19th century.  Then, as part of the post-war renovation, the floor became a self-contained apartment and the living quarters of the Director of the Civic Museums, Caterina Mercardo, and home to her own art (subsequently donated to the city).  The apartment was designed by Franco Albini and then, following use as offices, was fully restored early in 20th century.  It’s low ceilings and the mundane functions of rooms such as the bathroom and kitchen act as a great counterpoint to the huge rooms of the rest of the palace.

The Top Floor Apartment, Palazzo Rosso, Genoa
The Top Floor Apartment, Including Some Mid-20th Century Furniture And Function, Palazzo Rosso, Genoa

Palazzo Bianco is opposite and is, indeed, predominantly white.  Like Palazzo Rosso, Palazzo Bianco has been renovated and transformed from a huge residence into an art gallery and museum.  I enjoyed the art here rather more than I had in Palazzo Rosso but there is just so much of it that I couldn’t focus on it all.  Instead, I spent time in the terrace garden which was very pleasant in the sunshine.

Palazzo Bianco and Palazzo Rosso From Its Terrace
Palazzo Bianco and (Top Right) Palazzo Rosso From The Palazzo Bianco Terrace Garden

Adjoining Palazzo Bianco is Palazzo Doria Tursi.  This too has been renovated earlier this century and now is a museum for art, coins, ceramics, violins and more.  The central courtyard of this palace is particularly beautiful.

Palazzo Doria Tursi
Palazzo Doria Tursi
Palazzo Doria Tursi
Palazzo Doria Tursi

Later in our first day, we visited Palazzo Reale which we had passed by earlier.  This too is amazing, especially the Hall of Mirrors, the Throne Room and the courtyard at its centre.  The garden is undergoing repairs and the views from it are impaired by modern buildings and the massive, elevated harbour road.  Nonetheless I’m very glad we fitted in a visit.

Palazzo Reale Hall OF Mirrors, Throne Room And Terrace
Palazzo Reale Hall Of Mirrors, Throne Room And Terrace

The Caruggi, Cathedrals and Squares

The Medieval streets separate the large, detached palaces and residential blocks in the Old Town and provided access for the rich merchants and aristocracy to the port.  This complex of streets is called the Caruggi. 

Into The Caruggi
Into The Caruggi

The blind corners and tight alleys lead to small squares with churches (we visited Chiesa di Santa Maria Maddalena), art and craft shops, and small cafes.  Rat traps are prevalent but we only saw one rat.  The area is intriguing but we declined traversing the Caruggi at night.

Beyond the Via Garibaldi and the Caruggi are a number of squares.  Piazza San Lorenzo contains the Cathedral of San Lorenzo which is very calming and beautiful as most such cathedrals are, but which also offered unusual and welcome views from a balcony above the nave and outside on the roof. 

Cathedral Di San Lorenzo
Cathedral Di San Lorenzo

The nearby Piazza Matteotti was also impressive with the Palazzo Ducale on its northern side.  A busy street leads from here to the eastern and originally Medieval gate to the city, Porta Soprana, and some monastery ruins. 

Cloister Di Sant'Andrea
Cloister Di Sant’Andrea

It was here that we first noticed a preponderance of what appeared to be St George’s Cross flags. It seems that England shares the St George’s Cross with cities across Northern Italy and it is the ensign of the Republic of Genoa. Wikipedia helped out and says ‘King Richard the Lionheart, passing through Genoa in 1189-1190 to embark on the Third Crusade wanted his ships to benefit from the protection of the Genoese fleet. The English Monarch paid an annual tribute to the Doge of Genoa for this privilege.’ This was interesting to us given the current fuss in England about flying the flag……

From Piazza Dante (which was adjacent to a spectacularly large moped parking area), we walked back north to Piazza De Ferrari which is the largest square in the city.  This is surrounded by a mix of old and new.  It was in one of the side streets here that we found a restaurant Jane had identified through her contacts on Instagram as our favoured place to dine that night: Trattoria Rosmarino.  The restaurant is aligned with the Slow Food Movement which Jane has been following. Our meal there, and the accompanying service, was indeed excellent.

Piazza Ferrari
Piazza Ferrari

The Hills

On the first day of our Genoa stay, we took the Ascensore Castelletto Levante Lift to a small hill overlooking the city.  There were wide views of course but the most interesting thing was the Art Nouveau design of the decorations around the entry points and of the lift itself.

Ascensore Castelleto
Ascensore Castelleto

There are at least three funiculars in Genoa.  We eventually found the entrance the longest of these, the Zecca–Righi funicular and travelled through several commuter stations to rise over 900 feet above the city.  From the top, we could look many miles north to old fort-topped mountains and far along the valley of the Bisagno, the main river flowing from the Ligurian Apennines and through Genoa.

The Zecca Righi Funicular And Views From The Top
The Zecca Righi Funicular And Views From The Top

Both these excursions were fun breaks from the art, architecture and bustle of the city.

The Port

We found restaurants and bars in Genoa port that, if one ignored the motorway overhead, was very attractive.  We enjoyed strolling around.  The large yachts and a huge cruise liner called the MSC Grandiosa were on show.  The latter is vast and can accommodate an astonishing over 8,000 customers and crew.

Genoa Port Including Palazzo San Giorgio
Genoa Port Including Palazzo San Giorgio

The centrepiece of the port is the inverted spider structure that supports various canopies and Bigo, a lift offering 40-foot-high views of the harbour and beyond.  Unfortunately, this lift wasn’t working when we visited but we enjoyed the port anyway.  Particularly spectacular was a sunset as we walked along the harbourside on our last evening in the city.  A lovely finish to a very good segment of our holiday before setting off for home.

Into Italy: Alassio

From Menton, we travelled further east to Alassio in Italy via a change of train in Ventimiglia, coastal views and many tunnels (and with our luggage full of clean clothing again). 

In many ways, Alassio felt similar to Menton but here the vibe is more focused on tourism and the restaurants are as much on the sandy beach as it is in cafes further back in the Old Town.  And, of course, we were now in Italy; Jane’s invaluable semi-fluency in French was now irrelevant and both of us have minimal Italian.  How lucky we are that English is such a universal language!  How lucky too that the weather was still so brilliant.

We walked from the train station to our hotel through narrow streets including the the Budello, a historic street that runs parallel to the coast.  Between the lanes running off it and the ochre coloured houses, there are attractive glimpses of the Mediterranean. 

Our hotel (Diana Grand Hotel) was on the edge of the town centre and adjacent to the beach.  This was the plushest hotel we stayed in during our French and Italian Riviera trip.  Our room and the bar downstairs have great views along the coast.  One of two main dining areas is on the beach just below the hotel under vast stretches of canvas.  Our very relaxed breakfast was in the bar area and was, as was the case for most hotels on our trip, included in the package.  Apart from the challenge of getting someone to bring coffee at breakfast, all the service, food and drink was excellent.

Diana Grand Hotel Bar - Very Comfortable!
Diana Grand Hotel Bar – Very Comfortable!

Like Menton, there were steep hillsides behind the town with exotic gardens.  We booked some of the limited tickets to attend a guided tour of one such garden attached to the Villa della Pergola luxury guesthouse.  The tours are quite restricted for those not staying in the villa, booking was essential, and Jane did a good job of getting us tickets.

The gardens are another example of Brits buying up land in the 19th century and creating gardens that remind them of home.  In this case, General McMurdo bought the land in 1875, built two villas and began laying out and planting the garden with both local and more traditional British species that thrived in the mild, Mediterranean climate on a south facing hillside.  His work was continued by a Scottish baronet, and then the English Hanbury family who had other gardens further along the coast.

Views In Villa Della Pergola Gardens, Alassio
Views In Villa Della Pergola Gardens, Alassio

Post the Second World War, British land owners along the Riviera began to sell up.  The Villa della Pergola gardens gradually fell into disrepair and wilderness.  The land was nearly sold for housing developments in 2006 but was bought by an Italian family who restored the gardens to their current splendour.  Indeed, there are plans to expand the property very considerably and we could see some of the extravagant building work underway across a deep valley.

Villa Della Pergola Gardens, Alassio
Villa Della Pergola Gardens, Alassio

The gardens are already lovely and offer huge views over Alassio and the Ligurian coast.  They include some rare species and very large collections of citrus, agapanthus and wisteria plants.  None of these were in flower during our visit but in Spring these collections must be spectacular.  Our guide was excellent and our tour was unhurried; it was a great way to spend a couple of hours.

We wandered through Alassio centre a couple of times and saw the apparently famous Muretto.  This is a wall, adjacent to a pleasant park, that is encrusted with small ceramics signed by celebrities (mainly Italian) that have attended a local café since the 1950’s.  The wall is intriguing, and it was fun for a few minutes to try and spot names I recognised (for example Louis Armstrong, Ernest Hemingway).  However, the wall is continuing to be populated with small decorative ceramics, the quality seems to be decreasing, and the overall look is now a little messy.

Views In Alassio Including The Muretto (Bottom Right)
Views In Alassio Including The Muretto (Bottom Right)

We also visited a couple of churches in the town and they were as peaceful and pleasant as others we had visited elsewhere on our trip.  The Town Hall looked impressive and, on the coast in the Old Town there is a handsome 16th century defensive tower called the Coscia Tower. 

Chiesa Di Santa Maria Immacolata, Alassio
Chiesa Di Santa Maria Immacolata, Alassio. Quiet And Relaxing

I also really enjoyed a sunset walk I undertook to the east of the town to La Cappelletta.  This is a small, 100-year-old chapel built to commemorate those lost at sea.  The promontory on which it sits and the chapel itself were deserted apart from some young boys diving off nearby rocks and a few swifts in the roof space. 

La, Cappellatta
La Cappelletta
Inside La Cappelletta, Allassio
Inside La Cappelletta, Allassio

The view of Alassio and beyond became particularly beautiful as the sun set.  I sat around for quite some time watching the sunset behind the mountains north of Alassio.  I contemplated our very enjoyable stay in the town and our good fortune at the timing of our visit to this part of the world, and our ability to do so.

Alassio From La Cappellatta
Alassio From La Cappelletta

Genoa next.

Byway, Railway, and Riviera Cities

Jane and I have just returned from a two and a half week Interrail holiday along the French and Italian Riviera between Marseilles and Genoa.  It was an excellent holiday.  One of my daughter-in-laws asked what was best about it and, in typical fashion I’m afraid, I replied: “well, nothing went wrong”.  In truth though, pretty much everything went right.

Travelling By Train Through The Alps
Travelling By Train Through The Alps

The weather was great.  There was blue sky and, apart from about 4 hours in Paris on our way home, brilliant sunshine all day.  It wasn’t too hot – we wouldn’t have coped well with the much hotter temperatures prevalent a few weeks before.  There were no wildfires to worry about.  We’d packed the right clothing and managed to launder enough on the way to feel fresh (though our use of a public laundry in Menton was a disaster and it was fortunate our bathroom there was big enough to accommodate the rewash we did in the bidet and the subsequent drying out!)

More Alpine Views From The Train
More Alpine Views From The Train

We had booked the holiday as a package with Byway Travel.  For the premium we undoubtedly paid for getting a package rather than creating our own tour, I think we got peace of mind and good value.  The trains were punctual enough and we always had a seat.  The hotels were very varied but very good although the number of stairs we had to climb in a couple of them was a bit daunting. 

100 Steps in Our First Hotel Of The Trip - Good Job We Are Reasonably Fit!
100 Steps in Our First Hotel Of The Trip – Good Job We Are Reasonably Fit!

The selection of places we visited for two nights each – Marseilles, Cassis, Toulon, Nice, Menton, Alassio, Genoa and, on our way home, Paris (via train changes in Milan and Zurich) – were also varied in size and feel. 

Zurich - A Brief Stop Off To Stretch Legs And Change Trains
Zurich – A Brief Stop Off To Stretch Legs And Change Trains

Unexpectedly, two nights in each place felt like enough and, once we got into the routine, changing accommodation every other day became a pleasant routine not a chore.  We might revisit one or two of the big cities we saw but, if we do something similar in the future (and I hope we will), then I think we will try a different part of Europe.

Alassio: Drinks On The Hotel Terrace And Dinner On The Hotel Beach
Alassio: Drinks On The Hotel Terrace And Dinner On The Hotel Beach

Getting back into our home routine has been quick and easy.  We got back home on a Friday at 5.30pm and managed to get to the local pub for our normal Friday night imbibing with local mates by 6pm.  We have both restarted maintenance of our garden.  We have both started our respective work and volunteering duties.  There’s a home Forest green Rovers football match to attend tonight.

What remains is sorting out of the hundreds of photos I took while we were away.  Once I have done that, I plan to post brief summaries of the town and city visits included in our holiday.  Then we are off to Edinburgh to visit family there and will plan some more trips.  I’m getting into the swing of this holiday lark!

Roman Wedding

The wedding of one of Jane’s nieces – the set piece event of our Italy trip – followed sharp on the heels of our family holiday near Orvieto in Italy.  We travelled south to Rome and dropped off First Grandchild and his parents with a couple of goodbye sniffles and sobs.  We then made our way to our Airbnb in central Rome to grab a bite to eat and change into our wedding garb.

The formal element of the wedding was held in the City Hall in the heart of Rome and adjoining the Piazza Del Campidoglio.   We gathered in a rather sumptuous room decorated in a deep red with several big flags and banners.  It was an impressive backdrop to a lovely bi-lingual ceremony in which Italian law set out the obligations of both bride and groom with regard to, among other things, living arrangements, looking out for one another and bringing up children.  There was much cheering, primarily and initially from the Italian groom’s side of the family, to underline the Italian-flavoured drama of the event.

Piazza Del Campidoglio (With The City Hall To The Right)

The reception was on the outskirts of Rome in and around a lovely old house which was accommodating the now married couple their closest relatives.  The food and drinks had been carefully selected by the groom and the local wines were various and, I thought, very good indeed.  The buffet of antipasto was splendid. I probably overindulged given that this was followed by a lovely four-course meal but the spiced cold pork on offer was to die for and I didn’t hold back.

Arriving At The Wedding Reception

The wedding speeches were delivered in Italian, English and Madagascan to reflect the roots of the main protagonists and their best men and women.  Printed transcriptions of these helped us understand the humour and the emotions in these speeches and they all added value.

Then, just as the evening chill was starting to become noticeable – especially for the relatively lightly-clad women at the party – there was dancing.  Following the initial wedding dance standards there was, as expected, an even more ebullient period of Madagascan music and dancing.  This included the Madagascan equivalent of the Conga executed with much enthusiasm.  The Madagascans in Jane’s wider family do love a good dance!

DJ’s took over and it was clear that, for some, it would be a long night of dance, song and drinking.  We grabbed a cab just before midnight and before my alcohol unit count became innumerable.  The whole day had been long but very memorable and enjoyable.

Next day, before our evening flight home, Jane and I did some walking and sightseeing around central Rome.  We had last been here together in the 1980’s before we had children.  I missed out on a subsequent visit with Jane due to pressure of work and a ‘persuasive’ boss so it was lovely to have another opportunity to see some of the iconic Roman buildings in great weather.

The Trevi Fountain – One Of Rome’s Many Tourist Magnets
The Parthenon (With Tourists Like Me!)

We wove through the massed crowds of tourists to see the Trevi Fountain and the Parthenon.  We strolled further afield to towards Piazza Navona take in the atmosphere and revisit the fountains there.  Unfortunately, these fountains, like many monuments in Rome, are currently under restoration in advance of the 2025 Rome Jubilee.  We satisfied ourselves with other sights and appreciated them in the early Autumn Roman sunshine.

Piazza Navona

In the afternoon, I spent a couple of hours meandering around the Colosseum and the large area of various ruins and buildings to the immediate west.  Much of this has been closed off to the non-paying public since I was last in Rome.  I couldn’t bear the idea of the queuing in crowds and heat for tickets and entrance.  Anyway, there was still more than enough to see for free before my knee started to complain and I needed a rest.

The Colosseum, Rome

More Rome!

Indeed, a highlight was entering a church – I failed to note which one – which had some lovely baroque music playing, slumping onto a pew and relaxing to the point of a brief doze.  Bathed in all the memories of the wedding and the last week with the family, I felt chilled out and content. 

The Church Where I Dozed – Beautiful and Restful

With that, I made my way back to the Airbnb and then, with Jane, to our flight home.  Even the train strike causing cancellation of trains to the airport couldn’t shake my feeling of well-being.  It had been a very good week indeed.

Family Holiday In Italy

Jane and I, our three sons, their wives/fiancées and our two grandchildren all made our way to a rather splendid villa in Italy for what turned out to be a wonderful holiday; all that I had hoped for and more. 

The Dramatic First View Of Our Holiday Villa As We Arrived

Getting everyone together for a family holiday for the first time like that was a feat of flexibility on the part of those, unlike me, who are still managing careers.  It also involved precise scheduling and effective logistics including three hire cars, enterprising use of car boot space, and multiple airports and pick up points.  I felt very privileged and lucky that we could manage it.

We stayed in a villa near Lake Bolsena, about 90 minutes north of Rome (where, at the end of the holiday, Jane and I, plus Youngest Son and fiancée, went to the wedding of one of Jane’s nieces).  The villa was in a very rural, rather remote setting overlooking an ancient volcanic caldera and Lake Bolsena within that.  It was an elegant, comfortable and well-equipped villa.  Importantly, for the relative youngsters and, especially, the grandchildren, it had a substantial swimming pool.

The Evening View From Our Terrace With Lake Bolsena In The Distance

We had every breakfast and evening meal at the villa.  The group included excellent cooks and baristas plus willing clearer-uppers afterwards.  I barely got a look in on either aspect but took responsibility for the recycling and most of the considerable waste disposal.  Despite the local market and supermarkets being a little disappointing we ate extremely well and the bottles and cans recycling bins were repeatedly overflowing.

Catching Stray Wildlife In The Pool

Orvieto was about an hour’s drive away and is perched on the top of a prehistoric volcanic plug.  We had been there when our children were very young but while memories fade, of course, the key visitor sites were unchanged.  Given we visited the city just out of prime tourist season this time, the crowds felt substantial.  However, as ever, a few yards away from the main tourist routes, the streets were quiet and picturesque. 

Quiet Orvieto Square In Front Of The Church of Sant Andrea And A 12-sided Tower

After a very good lunch with the grandchildren and their parents, Jane and I left the group to visit Orvieto Cathedral which dominates the city and which can be seen from many miles away.  The façade is wonderfully preserved and impressive.  The other walls are also memorable – both inside and out – since they, and the internal columns supporting the roof, are unusually, horizontally striped with alternate layers of basalt and travertine.  It was great to be able to visit and remember it again.

Views Of Orvieto Cathedral

We visited a few of the smaller towns around Lake Bolsena.  Now edging beyond the tourist season, some of these reflected what we have read about small rural Mediterranean villages gradually emptying out and becoming inactive backwaters.  Our closest town was Grotte Di Castro.  It is beautifully (but seemingly precariously) situated on a high ridge; of course, these hill-top towns are two-a-penny in much of Italy but even so it seemed surprisingly quiet and there were a lot of ‘For Sale’ signs.

Views From And In Grotte Di Castro

Montefiascone on the opposite side of Lake Bolsena was bigger and busier.  It too had wonderful hill top vistas and inviting alleys and cobbled streets.  Their steps and sharp inclines challenged my currently dodgy left knee but I think the exercise did it good.  While in the town, we were lucky to avoid the storms that seemed to be gathering all around us and, having failed – not for the first time – to find a restaurant both open and selling pizza before sundown, we headed back to our villa via Bolsena. 

Stormy Weather Over Montefiascone With Views Of Lake Bolsena and Cattedrale Di Santa Margherita

The town of Bolsena was much closer to our villa and did offer takeaway pizza during the day.  We sampled that with First Grandchild (FG) in mind couple of times since he had said a few weeks before that pizza was what he was looking forward to most about the holiday.  In the end, I think we were more concerned about tracking down pizza than he was.

Bolsena

Bolsena is another attractive town perched on a volcanic outcrop.  Several of us had a good lunch in a restaurant adjacent to the lake.  While FG played with a new remote-control toy, several of us took turns to take very pleasant strolls down a street lined with huge plane trees and up through its pedestrianised alleys to the castle and main church.  From the top of the town there were broad views of the Lake Bolsena, its islands and the surrounding ridges.  Second Grandchild (SG) was entertainable, calm and happy (as usual), FG had his new toy, and we all had a relaxed time in the town.

Views of Bolsena

Lake Bolsena is the largest volcanic lake in Europe and there was volcanic activity within it as little as 2,000 years ago.  With it being so close to our villa, a swim in its waters was on the holiday agenda for many (but not me; I really don’t like getting wet!)  SG and his Dad also missed out because it was nap-time but the rest of the group had a boisterous time in the water.  FG loved the water and all the splashing with his Granny, Mum, Dad, aunts and uncles.  I took charge of capturing the action on camera with the big sky and gorgeous landscape around the lake in the background.

Frolics In Lake Bolsena Under A Lovely Blue Sky

Much more swimming, splashing and fun and games were done at our villa.  It was lovely to see both grandchildren ignoring the coolness of the water and just loving every moment in it.  I also loved the opportunity to take both of them around the villa on little walks.  FG is old enough now to appreciate nature and we had lots of lizards, millipedes and ants to observe and blackberries to eat on our ‘adventures’ (as he called them).

Quality Time With FG

And then it was time for us to leave all this fun and conviviality.  It had been so good to see everyone enjoy the holiday with its mix of group and separate activity, the games, the food and drink and the diverse chat.  I hope we can repeat the model again but practicalities may intervene to prevent that so, for now, I am just going to continue to soak up the happy memories.

Goodbye, Family Holiday In Italy