Genoa, Italy is an industrial port of sorts, boats come in, boats go out, and NEVER on schedule.
We learned this a little too late, after spending nearly an hour running from boat slip to boat slip, we casually learned that our boat would depart for Barcelona the next day. Humph.
In the meantime my brother Tucker set about finding us a great place to eat. If we were going to be spending a day in Genoa, we were going to eat like pros.
T read reviews for this mom and pop pizza place - it was a trek to find, but turned out to be hands down one of the VERY best pizzas I have EVER had
I went for the classic Margherita.
Ham and mushrooms.
Speck, mushrooms and artichoke.
White pizza.
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