For the past seven years, Verona was always the first major dispatch train station on our trips in Italy. We get on the train in Munich and we either change there or in Bologna. We have never had more than an hour to spend at Verona Porta Nuova.
I kept on promising that we will make a dedicated visit to Verona. I remember the first time I set foot in the ancient city back in 1993. It was a short stopover on the way to Paris and I couldn’t see much of the city, except Arena di Verona and the famous Casa di Giulietta’s balcony.
Fast forward 24 years and I am again there, this time with much more time to devote to the exploration of Verona. And I find myself mesmerised. For most of the time, I can’t even bring myself to pull the camera out of the backpack. I am looking at the old buildings, staring at the inscriptions on elements left from the Roman times, or simply trying not to body-check a fellow tourist.