Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Camogli, For Reals

I have to go to bed early so my mom and I can make it to our 7am train in time.  Tomorrow we go to Florence (Firenze, in Italian), which is almost a three hour train ride (with a change of trains in Pisa).  I've been reading about it all day and I'm worried that there is no way in hell that (1) I'm going to have enough time to see all the things I want to see and (2) I'm going to have enough money for all the overpriced tchotchkes I'm going to want to buy.  Bless my stars. Right, Meg?

Dear Jenn, Beer.  Love, J

                                             Morgan got a shave and left a whole dog behind

Monumental arch near the Questura (monument to the fallen)

          Dear Meg,  Next time you go to the UK, don't forget your Beatles shopper and matching umbrella.


Wait in a long line or go to the Biglietto Veloce (Fast Ticket machine, on the far left).  You have to wait in line if you want to go out of the country or make sure you're seated in the same compartment (First Class) with someone on a packed train.

           Ugliest boots, per me, followed by ugliest suitcase in the world (it's glittery), per Mom.
                                   And, below, today's round up of Genovese footwear.
                                      Mocassin boots                                Platform sneakers                  
                                     Bowling shoes?                            Coach-y Converse-y...shoes

Welcome to...Camogli!







        Real windows on the left, trompe l'oeil on the right                       Alleyway to the seawall


Stoplight in parking lot





            Lunch at Porto Prego Ristorante
Camogli's gay bar?






Saracen tower (square on the far left) next to Camogli's seaside church


Lovely market back up above the seawall



This woman's grandson is kept entertained with her comb and her hair while she's on a cell call.



Perfect example of trompe l'oeil under these windows on a building that sits on a diagonal to the afternoon sun

2 comments:

  1. so many things...first, i did not know that was how you spell "tchotchkes." i'm so impressed by you. (that was said wistfully with a sigh at the end) i also had no idea that they made UGG boots for dogs. morgan is so lucky. i think the little boy combing his grandma's hair is the most adorable thing. i want you to buy me one of everything in that little market. would it help if i say please? also the saracen tower pictures are my favorite. thanks jess.

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  2. Oh man, I had myself a good ol' chuckle over the Uggs comment. That's sick and wrong. Thankfully, she shaved those off. I took those photos while she was taking a break. I could be spelling tchotchkes totally wrong, but like Chanukah (Chanukkah, Hanukkah), it may also have multiple spellings. That grandma with her grandson made me giggle. She was so smart to give him her comb! I will not go back to Camogli and buy you one of everything unless you pay for me to ship it back to you. I'm exhausted from our day in Florence, but will post my photos as soon as I have the energy to do so. Thanks for being my biggest (or only?) fan, Meg!

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