Dark shadows loom over the ornate façades of the aristocratic palazzi and the marble of the Cathedral of San Lorenzo.
Voices soften, and you start to hear the furtive steps and feel the presence of invisible people. Small shrines act as handy waymarks in the maze of alleys that is the caruggi. Creatures of the night appear in the deserted lanes, strange and unexpected, and you catch a glimpse of fleeting presences where the narrow streets meet.
Could they be the ghosts of Genoa's past?