I expected to find quaint streets and cafe bars in this quaintest of Ligurian towns but I did not expect to find Carla. We found each other. She, quintessentially elegant in her purple fur lined coat and head scarf, and me, well, lost in the moment of small discoveries. "Let me see your palm," she demanded, after a brief introduction. I tried to hide it, fearful that she would tell me something I didn't want to know, (I had never had my fortune read, ever). But she calmed me down and soon, my palm in her hands, she traced my life line. "Long and beautiful and strong!" she divined. "You will live a good long life! Look at how this line goes on...". I sighed with relief pleased that my life line pleased her. Then she traced my money line which provoked less enthusiasm, but something she saw intrigued her: "Hmm...the best is to come!" Then she shook my hand, which was now- for all intents and purposes- hers to shake as she wished, "Really?" I asked. Her eyes bore down into my soul. The Euro zone was killing me with the exchange and I needed to know that my wanton spending spree was just a phase, a momentary blip of travel induced madness that would be restored to stability when financial sanity returned. "Bah! Of course!" Carla guffawed at my fears. "But this..." She poked at another line on my palm, this one closer to my thumb, "See this, meaty piece!" She demanded I look. "Ye-es", I examined it dutifully. "It tells me you have a sexy future". By now a small clutch had gathered round. I felt my cheeks turn red. "That's very good" she continued on, nonplussed at the attention she and my palm were getting. "Sex is the secret to a good life". And with that she took my other palm in her hands and now holding both my hands, I received her benediction.