We spent three days in Milano, and did a bike trip out to the monument-ridden town of Pavia whilst there. We were amazed at how the maniacal Italian drivers failed to hit us on the busy city streets there, and in Milano itself. Our guide book says that it is because they are very practiced at missing cyclists and other objects because they have to do this in Italy every day of their lives, and this could be so. If you just hold your line and don't make any sudden unexpected movements, all is well.
Anyway, we caught the train to Genova with little difficulty, and met our corresponding parents-in-law of the Vic-Jess variety, Paul and Catherine there. This was a huge fluke, as they were only free for that particular day in Genova, and so were we.
So, we had a nice morning there together, and benefited from their recent knowledge of the town, before moving on to our next camp site, only 16k down the coast from Genova at a place called Bogliasco.
The first picture is of the Catorz (charter house) di Pavia, the second and the fifth (which won't go where it's asked), of the port of Genova, and the third and fourth are right here, the ocean at Bogliasco.
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