It really is 'the' focaccia.
I don't imagine I'll ever taste anything quite this good again after I leave here. The one in the back has onion all over it and is even saltier than the plain oil-filled stunningly sumptuous focaccia.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
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Monday, October 20, 2008
The Focaccia, Genova
Labels:
documentary photography,
focaccia,
Genoa,
Genova,
Italian,
Italy,
photographer,
travel,
traveler
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