[Previously: June 14-18]
Sunday June 18 (continued)
Good news! The one bit of rain we encounter during the entire fortnight of our honeymoon coincides precisely with the one-hour-40 train journey between Turin and Genoa. Bad news! We’re alerted to this when that rain starts pouring through the roof of what was supposed to be a first class carriage. I know we were travelling on some sort of cheap ticket, but it still seems a bit much.
It’s a twenty-odd minute walk from the station to our hotel – curiously, each one of the four main hotels we’re staying in during this trip requires a twenty-odd minute walk from when we arrive in town – and it gives you time to start thinking about first impressions. Turin, as I’ve already said, felt like a generic Italian city: but within a few minutes of walking the streets of Genoa, I quickly realise there’s a definite character coming through. It’s more aggressively touristy than Turin, but wears that on its sleeve. Turin probably thinks it's too classy to have something like the Bigo panoramic lift, a viewing platform that rises forty metres into the air, spins you round twice and then comes back down again. Genoa has no such scruples, hence the video above.