Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Ciao !!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Underpass

Just like all proper underpasses, it is dark, dank and covered in graffiti, murals and peeling posters and to be honest I think most people take their chance with the traffic above ground!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Statuary

Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Serra dei fiori

Last Sunday there was the vernissage of Renata Bonfanti's exhibition "Intrecci", but unfortunately I arrived too late for the banquet, which had already been guzzled up.
I was, however, just in time for the beautiful late afternoon light...
Monday, November 24, 2008
Villa Revoltella

Built like an alpine chalet, the villa lies at the top of a hill overlooking the whole town, and is surrounded by a magnificent garden.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Through the pillars

Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Skywatch Friday post
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Seafront promenade

In the distance you can just make out the town and the lighthouse.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Bora

Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Campo Marzio Smistamento
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Ippopotamo
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Virgilio Giotti

One of my favourite statues, out of the many dotted around the public garden, is this one of Virgilio Giotti (1885 -1957), the greatest poet in Triestinian dialect. The themes prevailing in his marvellous poetry are landscapes, his family, time and death, and they are beautifully rendered thanks to the musical soul he finds in the Triestinian dialect.
"La strada"
Vardo 'na strada de la mia zità,
cha ghe sarò passado mile volte,
e no' me par de averla vista mai.
Le fazzade zalete, le boteghe,
un bar, dei àuti, e el fiatin de viavai.
Come la nostra vita, sì: vissuda,
finida ormai, e mai ben conossuda
"The Street"
I look along a street in my city,
one I must have passed a thousand times,
and I feel as if I've never seen it before.
The yellow facades, the shops
a bar, a few cars, and a quiet bustling.
Like our lives, indeed: lived,
almost over now, but never really known.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Pond

The public garden, which features in the Triestinian writer Italo Svevo's novel Zeno's conscience, was built between 1854-1864.
At the top end there is a cafè and a gazebo for concerts, and at the other end there are sculptures erected in honour of its illustrious citizens in the field of culture. It is a little green oasis in the centre of town, where children frolick in a playground watched over by loving parents and the elderly sit and chat or wander leisurely along the meandering paths.
This charming little lake lies in the middle of the garden.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Today's cityscape

The colours, as you can imagine, have been tinted with Photoshop to keep them similar to the ones used by the painter.
The cityscape is pretty much the same, the castle is there of course, but all those beautiful boats are missing. Today, luckily, all the far less beautiful oil tankers and container ships travel along different routes, thus bypassing the mirror of sea reflecting the historic city centre, which is now home to leisure boats, a few ferries and the occasional cruise liner.
As for the invisible hills behind the city, well they've all been built up now - a shame, but inevitable I suppose.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Butti's Trieste

Lorenzo Butti (Trieste 1805-1860)
"Navi nel Golfo di Trieste"
Oil on canvas
Ships, sailing boats, steamers and fishing boats in the gulf of foregone times.
I took this picture of Butti's painting during my last visit to the Museo Revoltella, during an exhibition held of maritime scenes of Trieste and Venice.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Long shadows
Theremin

If you'd like to hear the peculiar sound the theremin makes, here's a link to the virtuoso Pamelia Kurstin. She performs and discusses her theremin, the not-just-for-sci-fi electronic instrument that is played without being touched !
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Palazzo Georgiadis

Monday, November 3, 2008
Scala dei giganti
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Day of the dead

Austro-Hungarian Military Cemetery (Osterreichischer Ungarischer Militar - Freidof)
Today is All Souls' Day, also known as the Day of the Dead, an official holiday on the Catholic calendar, held on November 2 each year. A day when families gather in the cemeteries to visit their beloved departed.
Today is All Souls' Day, also known as the Day of the Dead, an official holiday on the Catholic calendar, held on November 2 each year. A day when families gather in the cemeteries to visit their beloved departed.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Theme day: Books
Umberto Saba was born in Trieste on March 9, 1883 from a Jewish mother and a Christian father.During the writing years of Saba, Trieste is part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Three languages are spoken in town: German, the chiefly spoken local dialect, and Italian which is part of a high literary tradition. Saba uses the latter in his simple and original poetry which does not follow contemporary preferences.In 1919 Saba buys and keeps the antique bookstore in Via San Nicolò. He dedicates his life to poetry and his bookshop.
Saba writes simple and clear poetry, uses everyday words and describes aspects of everyday life. Trieste, his birthplace, is the main protagonist of his poetry: the sea which stands for flight and spiritual adventures; love and sentiment for persons and family and the relationship with nature. Saba deeply loves what he is writing about. For Saba fame and praise arrive after the World War; today he is considered one of the most important Italian poets of the 19th century. The poet dies in 1957 in San Giusto Hospital in Gorizia.
This is the most famous verse, which all Triestinians know (or should know) by heart:
Saba writes simple and clear poetry, uses everyday words and describes aspects of everyday life. Trieste, his birthplace, is the main protagonist of his poetry: the sea which stands for flight and spiritual adventures; love and sentiment for persons and family and the relationship with nature. Saba deeply loves what he is writing about. For Saba fame and praise arrive after the World War; today he is considered one of the most important Italian poets of the 19th century. The poet dies in 1957 in San Giusto Hospital in Gorizia.
This is the most famous verse, which all Triestinians know (or should know) by heart:
Trieste has a rude
grace. If you like it
it's like a bigboned youth, uncouth and voracious
with blue eyes and hands too large
for giving flowers
like a jealous love
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