Trieste

G. and I have landed in Trieste, and almost nothing good can come of it. Consider for a moment the comedy hotel room. Friendly we are. This friendly, we are not.


After sorting out the sleeping situation, a glass of wine on the piazza and a little bit of food sets us all right.


Trieste, from the pier.


Somehow, can't help feeling that this guy is enjoying life more than we are. It's a weekday afternoon. No one seems to be working. We fit in perfectly.


The local library.


The panna cotta emporium. This place is all right.