I can imagine that our blogs become a bit of a blur due to the day to day similarity while we are staying here in Bogliasco. It is impossible to resist gazing off the balconies and looking over the water early in the morning, and the multitude of daily pictures reinforce this! Mi dispiace! La vista è così bella !
Anyway, more images this morning. Our fingers are crossed for another clear, early summer day. Our plan is to venture out down to Camogli after breakfast to meander a bit on the promenade, hang out at a cafe for a while and then drive up to San Rocco for lunch at the Bar Dai Mauguetti, an enchanting stop along the Portofino hiking trail.
Breakfast on days like this are on the terrace and people drift in and out. The jasmine is in bloom, which is actually affecting Andrea's allergies so she faces 'away' from the plants!
TWO BALCONY MORNING VIEWS FROM OUR BEDROOM
SOUTH BALCONY
The word Muagetti in the Ligurian dialect means “the small walls”. The Ligurian agriculture in fact spreads over small terraces carved in the steep slopes of low mountains which plunge in the deep blue of the Mediterranean Sea. These terraces provided the horizontality needed to cultivate in a blessed land for its climate but quite complicated from a geological point of view; men over the centuries have built them supporting their edges with small stone walls, to avoid the inevitable slippage of the earth toward the sea. An exhausting work that, along with the sea life, in a sense, has shaped the character of this grumpy people, sworn enemies of any unjustified waste.
If you have the chance to come to Camogli or Portofino take a little trip to San Rocco, a tiny village on top of the hill between these to places, park your car and take the path toward Punta Chiappa. A few meters down the lane you’ll find a small bar, and when I say small I really mean the word. Carved in the rock by the inhabitants during the World War II to protect themselves against the bombing, after having served as a shelter was turned into a bar in 1967.
Since then I suppose thousands of people enjoyed the breathtaking view at sun set when the rocks in which the seats are built release the warmth absorbed during the day and the church bells announce the evening vespers while far away silents boats draw their wakes in the blue sea.
Simple and tasty food and drinks are the perfect crowning glory of such a unique pleasure a few hundred meters above the sea level, softly caressed by the evening breeze. And you’ll find yourself thinking why on earth humankind can be so mad to picture a war in such a paradise!
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