Just beyond the loud, jaunty city center of Genoa lies its weathered counterpart of Boccadasse. With its extensive heritage in fishing, the village reflects the aged heart of a mariner. Its colorful streets of stucco and jutting terraces outline merry crow feet and laugh lines of the site. From its pebbled beaches, one sees reflected tranquility on its waters and a siren’s call to take a dip against the sweltering heat of summer. Bobbing like spots of paint against the cobalt blue canvas are Bocadasse’s favorite tools, traditional fishing boats drifting close to shore. With open arms, he invites you not to touristy establishments but seafood restaurants with foldable tables set out by the bay and the freshest catches of the day. As the sun slips off the edge and the light recedes from his features, he accompanies you to a cold spritze at a beach bar in summer with easy laughter and idyllic banter. For years past and years to come, Boccadasse remains an expert fisher, reeling in urban Genoese and foreign visitors from beyond the Italian borders.