We did not stop in Genoa on our way to Pisa, and in fact we saw little of the town as we raced by at 60-80 mph along with trucks and impatient Italian sedans.  This was the most challenging, hair raising, trully dangerous driving I have ever done.  The autostrada is 2 lanes in each direction, no shoulder only concrete barricades, narrow driving lanes, abrupt on-off ramps, approximately 78 tunnels in 100 miles from Genoa to Nice, viaducts over 300 feet above steep gorges (Newport Bridge roadway is 206 feet above the water), and it was raining.  In August of 2018 a section of the highway, at Ponte Morandi, collapsed killing 43 people.  This is a land of earth quakes and flash floods down the steep mountain gorges, both of which can take out the impossibly tall and thin looking piers holding up the highway.

The views were spectacular, as Heidi can attest, but I was too engaged with piloting our Citroen SUV too see much other than the road immediately around me and the trucks almost touching our side mirrors (maybe a bit of an exageration).  We had the alps on our left and in front, stark, steep, and sharp with snow on the tops and the blue mediterranean on our right.  A view I wish we could have paused to savor.  All I can say is never again, and getting ahead of this story, on the way back we took the mostly sea level highway built on the ancient Roman road along the coast.  This route rivaled the Amalfi coast for beautry but without its extreme driving drama.

A note of importance:  we would not take this trip in the tourist laden summer months.  The driving is off season is difficult, but we had no traffic snarls.  Every person we talked to, French and Italian shook their heads with resigned acceptance of the hideous crowding and heat of the summers.  Of course tourism is a great economic engine, but I think all of the locals would leave if they could.