Fountain

Via S.Giusto.

One of the few stone drinking fountains still standing.
Originally there was a foot pedal for controlling the flow of water, but the old system was removed and has been replaced by a tap which is, of course, simpler, but much less romantic.

Ciao !!

Via S.Giusto.

Everything has been tidied up and renovated on S.Giusto hill to please the tourists, but if you look carefully you can still find some places nicely eroded by time.

The lion and the crane

Will he leap or won't he?

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Underpass

As far as I'm aware, this is the only underpass in Trieste. It leads straight from the railway station to Piazza Libertà.
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!

Statuary

A terracotta statue symbolizing agriculture in the Formal Garden situated in front of the "Flower Greenhouse" at Villa Revoltella.

Serra dei fiori

The "Flower Greenhouse", built in Neo-Gothic style between 1858 and 1862, inside the splendid park surrounding Villa Revoltella, today hosts contemporary art exhibitions.

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...

Villa Revoltella

As well as donating the palazzo which is now a museum bearing his name, Baron Revoltella also bequeathed his country villa to the city.

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.

Through the pillars

Piazza Sant'Antonio again, where you met our friend the Tuareg, but this time peeking out from behind the pillars in front of Chiesa Sant'Antonio. To the right you can see the cupola of the Serbian Orthodox church and the first building on the left is the Stella Polare café, one of the several historic cafés in town.

The golden hour

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Looking along the Barcola seafront promenade the other way, towards the Miramare castle which you can glimpse in the distance.

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Seafront promenade

The Barcola seafront heaves with people of all ages in bikinis and bathing suits, lounging on sunbeds or strolling up and down the promenade, from April till late September. The hedge you can see on the right was planted there a few years ago, to hide their glistening suntanned bodies from the view of drivers cruising along the main road leading into Trieste, to avoid accidents!
In the distance you can just make out the town and the lighthouse.

Bora

The bora is a strong, cold and gusty north-easterly wind which descends across the continent to the Adriatic Sea. The gulf never forms large waves, but the gusts of wind rush across the water and can be clearly seen from the highlands. Fingers of seawater are cast up into shallow white crests that gallop across the gulf in a frantic freezing frolic.

Campo Marzio Smistamento

Part of the huge railway junction in Campo Marzio, the shunting station from which the various railway tracks set out to carry the freight trains to the New Port.

Swimming pool Bruno Bianchi

You either love it or you hate it!

Ippopotamo

Hippopotamus balanced on a sphere (by Davide Rivalta)
Sculpture at the entrance of the new swimming pool.

Incinerator

Matter cannot be destroyed, it merely changes its form.

Skywatch Friday post

Industrial zone. Runaway fumes.

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Charon

Breakwater and buoy

A breakwater and a navigational buoy in Muggia Gulf.

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.