Chapter 19
City of ShipsThe train's speed slacked as it moved into the maze of tracks entering Genoa Piazza Principe, the city's train station on Piazza Acquaverde. With a huff and the grinding of metallic brakes, the cars came to a halt beside the binario and Paolo grabbed his bag and stepped quickly onto the platform, and into the bustle and noise of this city.
He made his way out of the train station and stood on a corner, looking very much like a tourist with his bag in hand and slightly lost appearance. He turned slowly to take in his surroundings, not in confusion but to absorb every moment of his return to the City of Ships. It was a nickname he bestowed on it when he was a boy, a boy mesmerized by the ancient history of shipbuilding in Genoa, as well as its continuing role in wor
