A traditional walnut type cake
Scrambled eggs with delicious filling
Guess what, there is sunshine in Trieste with some clouds. First church we see is Lutheran, and it’s been here more than 200 years, founded by early German traders. It looked impressive!
Norm was in awe over all the motorbikes! Everywhere
Statues and architectural features every time you look up.
The main plaza - Plaza del Governo
We kept see some men in hats with feathers, lots of these men….
So finally Norm stopped a group and asked if he could take their picture. I was encouraged to join in
They are veterans of an elite Italian army corps called the Alpini, trained to fight in mountainous terrain.We saw bus loads all wearing felt hats with a sizeable feather. Must be a reunion gathering here for this cheerful group of old soldiers.
We walked along the waterfront and saw the Norwegian Gem, a huge cruise ship, longer than the breakwater we walked on. If you look closely you can see the brown climbing wall at the top.
The breakwater, walking out
And looking back to Trieste
Stopped by two young women who were famous for sewing a tricoloured flag for Trieste.
Now to find the ruins of a Roman amphitheatre
And we did
Time for coffee and tea and probably the best doughnut I have every eaten. Oops no photo. But they had amazing ham for prosciutto
Heading back to the hotel to check in… photo of the Trieste canal
But wait there is the Postal and TelegraphicMuseum on our way. Unfortunately it closed at 1:00, maybe tomorrow
but next door is the post office. This is what you see while waiting for a postal clerk!
We managed to have time for yummy gelato
And of course a street side stop for a drink. Looks like they serve yesterday’s bread ends as an appetizer to dip in a mustardy mayonnaise.
Finally we rested up for dinner. Our taxi driver told us we must try Number One Pizza as he used to work there. So we did. Totally an Italian restaurant and absolutely delicious
They cut the pizza in half for us to share. Then we cut it into pieces. A glass of wine and we felt Italian.
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