After a picturesque drive through cliffside roads along the north shore of Italy and negotiating small hairpin turns of small villages, we arrived in the port of Santa Margherita Ligure. With its patron saint watching over the community, we ferried across to Portofino.
We wandered along the streets and paths, taking in the view and history. While visiting yet another church, we roamed through the cemetery. It seems there are some Protestants in Italy after all:
The day was overcast, but you get an idea of what this "famous place of international gathering of jet-set" was like: