Rather than visit more museums (they are all closed on Mondays,) I wander through the narrow alleyways in the old town. It doesn’t take long to come across the working girls hanging out on the streets off the main thoroughfares. I also come across tiny workshops in niches along the narrow streets. The fountains at …
After two weeks, I’m leaving the woods. Francesca gives me a ride into Genova. As we come down from her haven in the forest, we pass the spot on the river where many immigrants, mostly from Ecuador, come to party. It’s Sunday. A day off. They picnic, play music and party for free by the …
The days pass quickly here in the woods. We take occasional outings such as a trip to Avenzano, where I walk through the local park while Francesca and her friend Ariana bake in the hot sun at the beach. We have pizza at a place where Ariana’s son works. Roger cuts the grass. There is …
The days are passing quickly here in the woods. The river water flowing over the rocks makes a constant soothing sound, and under the shade, I find a haven from the intensely hot sun. Francesca drives us into Genova to buy some books and alum for mordant. I want to try eco-printing on book paper. …
Today I leave Chiavari for an art residency in the woods above Pegli, a suburb of Genova. The coast looks pretty good from the train window. I would go for a swim if it weren’t for all those stairs. Traveling through Genova, I see its densely stacked buildings and feel glad to pass them by. …
My stay in Chiavari is giving me a chance to get to know the town better. I’ve never much liked it before, but somehow this time is different. These motorbikes are parked all along the street where I’m staying. Women in short skirts and heels somehow manage to get around on them too. I have …
The train coming from Rome up the coast is very late so I must wait at the Viareggio station for over an hour. The air is getting cooler closer to the sea. The train passes through tunnels on much of the trip up to Chiavari, but I manage to snap this shot of the water …
I can’t seem to get my head around Genova. I’ve visited several times, but its crazy alleyways and sweeping boulevards still make my head spin. Today I took the train from Bogliasco and arrived at the Principe train station about a half-hour later. The station layout is just as confusing as the city it serves.