It's been a cold and miserable day in Genoa.  Not like Saturday when I lunched al fresco in Santa Margarita Ligure.

Nor like yesterday when I took this skinny selfie after a very civilized Sunday morning sing song by the Simone Molinari choir.  It was roughly equivalent to our Play, Pie and a Pint, being Music, Prosecco and Focaccia.

The concert was appropriately Christmas music from mediaeval motets to modern compositions via The Boar's Head Carol, something I'd never heard of but is apparently a traditional Oxford dining ditty.

When after tumultuous applause they dashed back on stage and launched into an encore I heard "cinque, cinque, cinque" but realised when the tune got going that it had been "jingle, jingle, jingle".