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About Genoa

Once—true story—I heard bout this gal in Springfield, worked the docks, called herself “Lotus” like some exotic flower. Made me laugh, then cry—she was just Debbie, y’know, regular ol’ Debbie! Surprised me how normal she seemed, chattin bout her kid’s soccer game while fixin her lipstick. Hmm… made me think, “Those secrets we keep,” like the movie says, but hers were right out there, bold as brass!

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First stop: breakfast. I hit up this little café on Via dei Neri. The croissants? OMG, they were like little clouds of buttery heaven. I swear, I could’ve eaten a dozen. But I didn’t. I had to save room for gelato later, duh. So, I grabbed my cappuccino, and I’m sitting there, soaking in the vibe. The locals are chatting, and I’m just trying to figure out if I can blend in. Spoiler: I can’t. My Italian is like a toddler trying to speak.

Florence to celebrate grand opening of city's new Fire/EMS Station #34 May 8; open house June 8