Florence to Genoa

I was up early, exhausted from the week but with a taxi booked at 7am to take me to the station. 

It was the quietest Florence had been as tourists were still asleep and the city was
just starting to yawn and stretch. 
I arrived at the station, had breakfast and boarded the train to Genoa. 
It was an easy, pleasant journey first through mountains, stopping briefly in Pisa and then finally the coast. 
Tantalising glimpses of the Med were interspersed with tunnels, the bright glittering sea contrasting with blackness. 
The train arrived quickly into Genoa and left me with a couple of hours before my connecting train to Nice. 
I set off to explore a little of Genoa. 

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