Genova’s layers keep surprising me too, especially how the light changes everything depending on the time of day or season. Walking those narrow lanes at dusk you catch these random glimpses into courtyards or up staircases where laundry flaps between buildings like colorful flags, and suddenly the whole place feels alive in this quiet, almost melancholic way. It’s that faded grandeur mixed with everyday messiness that sticks with you long after you’ve left.