I left my previous work a couple of Fridays ago. It was 35 degrees I was in Portofino. Summer had well and truly kicked in. Georgio my driver busied himself weaving and apologizing for his snaking drive to Genova.
Portofino is astounding. It was quite a nice *click* which let me disembark there. My flight to Palma wasn’t till the following morning but I had engineered a train ride and some time to reflect before I started my new job.
Many words have been written about the Riviera. Many of them by me. In 2009 my train rides were often savoured but always had the tinge of unemployment. It was a nice click-clack along the tracks. I even listened to some of the same music I did 6 years ago on those very tracks.