Outside our window this morning. . . .
a small portion of our breakfast
Ewww Pate IS Gross, and it says so right on the pkg!
We spent some time this morning at the Risiera di San Sabbo. It was the only Italian Nazi Death Camp. Not as large as Dachau and not as many deaths, but just as sobering and sad. Reminded us again, “Never More”. There seems to be so much hatred and bigotry in the world right now.We must stay vigilant.
Then, back to old Trieste to find the haunts of James Joyce. Two coffee houses, and other places. But first, a reminder why I love home.
One of the famous cofffee houses, Caffe deli Specch, opened in 1939. It is right on the main Piazza Unita d Italia.
Whitney, another possibility for you.
John is getting tired of Pasta, but this is just wrong.
We might have to stay.
A couple of options.
I guess we’ll stay where we are.
We walked a ways trying to find this caffe, which opened in 1900. James Joyce started to draft “Ulysses” here. It was closed. But the owner saw us peeking in, and let us look around. It is now a tiny pasticceria now. She was very sweet and we thanked her profusely
Walking back, we found a HUGE market and Christmas market, and enjoyed the profusion of colors and options.
Nearby was the grand canal (not the same as Venice), but who should we find, but James Joyce! John had a nice little chat with him.
After the coffee houses . . . .
Back at the hotel, I simply had to go out into the Adriatic
While John stood by in case I drowned.
Clouds were coming in, but I got to see a little sunset. Today has been the only sunny day so far, but weather hasn’t affected anything except sunsets.