Fishing village of seaside Camogli

After the Cinque Terre day Sat, we arrived by train to our hotel for a fabulous relaxed dinner on our hotel terrace. Sunday, first we toured our town of Santa Margherita. We walked around and admired the architecture and especially like the shutters and how they open. They are like that on every building. Can't wait to try some at home.




Can you find the sexy black bra hanging, and note that the building is all faux painted, except the laundry is real.

We then drove to Camogli, a small seaside town about 30 min away that is only accessed by driving out of the coast and up high thru the hills and then back down to it at Camogli. . So here are some photos of the Camogli beach, the town and the buildings seaside and in the hills.

The thing about the hillside drive and Camogli, is that the colors of ALL the buildings are either a rusty orangish or yellowish and ALL have dark green shutters...no exception in the hundreds of homes etc for miles and miles we drove or walked passed. And, they are ALL faux painted. NONE of the buildings has any raised architectural details, They are just flat stucco walls. It is all faux paint. Now believe me, even up close I sometimes had to feel it to believe it. They look a little more fake in these photos, but not in person.


hey, how did that green paint job sneak in there?

Camogli is a small fishing village with a beach of stones that look terribly uncomfortable but there the sunbathers are, soaking it all in





Remember, stones for a beach, the lucky ones are on chaises.





Church is up in the middle of this photo and all the black on the deck up there are Italians all dressed up for a wedding.



We were just about on architectural and charm overload in Camagli, so to take a break we treated ourselves to a gelato...have to say it was the best gelato I have ever had, in fact, we went back and had another! We had Semi Freddo, whatever that is. Next, Portofino (is Europe expensive? Art says "damn sure it is". You'll see why) and then on to Tuscany, and maybe a detour to the designer outlets first.

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