Novelist and travel writer, Mary Morris, reflects on landscapes and literature and the role that each has played in her life. For more on Mary Morris go to her website marymorris.net
Monday, October 29, 2012
The Donkey's Mouth
At the end of the perfect day Anna, Paola, Nicola and I, plus dog whose name I can't spell, went to Boccadasse - a former fishing village which is now a part of Genova. The name means the donkey's mouth, and a local told us that's because the beach is shaped like a donkey's mouth, though I didn't see it. Paola had her own theory that dated back to the 14th century and involved beasts of burden but we couldn't quite follow it and anyway she was making it up - brilliantly I might add. Anyway Boccadasse. Very gentrified, very beautiful. This little haven right in the middle of the city. This was after our pesto lunch. And finished with the best gelato I've ever had. Perfection doesn't happen that often. So glad I got to enjoy it, however briefly, with such wonderful new friends.