My fingers are oiled by a generous cut of focaccia when I’m sharply turning right into the Sestiere della Maddalena, immediately feeling home. My eyes are capturing an atmosphere that hardly the camera would be able to do.

I’m once again in Genova, where I don’t spend as much time as I wish.

Genoa’s old center, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a captivating maze of history, where time seems to have slowed down. Its heart lies in the network of narrow alleys known as “caruggi,” a labyrinthine world that whispers tales of a glorious maritime past and a vibrant present.

Imagine stepping into a scene from a medieval movie. Sun-dappled lanes twist and turn, their rough cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of footsteps. Tall, ochre-hued buildings, adorned with wrought-iron balconies and faded frescoes, press close, their upper floors seemingly reaching out to touch. This is the essence of the caruggi, a sensory overload of architectural wonder and a living museum of Genoa’s rich heritage.

These alleys were not merely passageways; they were the city’s arteries, teeming with life. Artisans plied their trades in workshops tucked away in hidden corners, the rhythmic clang of hammers and the scent of fresh paint filling the air. Merchants hawked their wares in bustling markets, the cacophony of bartering blending with the aroma of spices and exotic goods.

Even today, the caruggi retain their commercial spirit. Quaint shops selling local crafts and delicacies line the alleys, each a treasure trove waiting to be discovered. Linger in a bottega filled with fragrant focaccia bread, lose yourself in a kaleidoscope of colorful fabrics, or savor the aroma of freshly brewed espresso in a cozy cafe.

But the caruggi are more than just commerce; they are a tapestry of inclusive social life. Children play tag under laundry hanging from balconies, neighbors chat across the narrow lanes, and the gentle hum of conversation creates a sense of community. Votive shrines tucked into nooks and crannies speak of a deep-rooted faith, while hidden piazzas offer unexpected moments of tranquility amidst the urban bustle.

As you wander through the caruggi, keep an eye out for architectural gems. Romanesque churches with soaring bell towers stand testament to the city’s ancient past, while grand Renaissance palaces adorned with intricate carvings showcase its artistic legacy. Don’t miss the Palazzo Ducale, once the seat of the powerful Doges of Genoa, or the magnificent San Lorenzo Cathedral, a masterpiece of striped black and white marble.

Beyond the grand monuments, the caruggi offer hidden treasures. Look for the “sécchi di levante,” covered passageways that once served as shortcuts for merchants carrying goods. Discover the “crotti,” underground spaces used for storage and now transformed into charming restaurants and wine cellars.

And then there are the “creuze,” stairways that ascend the hills, offering breathtaking views of the city’s rooftops and the sparkling Ligurian Sea beyond. As you climb, imagine the countless feet that have traversed these steps before you, each carrying their own story.

Exploring the caruggi is an immersive experience, a journey back in time where history comes alive. It’s a place to get lost, to wander without a map, and to stumble upon unexpected delights. It’s a chance to connect with the soul of Genoa, a city that has weathered centuries of change while preserving its unique character within these captivating alleyways.

So, when you find yourself in Genoa, take a step into the caruggi. Let the labyrinthine streets guide you, lose yourself in the vibrant atmosphere, and discover the hidden magic that lies within this captivating old town.

 


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It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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