We took the train back in the evening from Venice to Trieste. Again, no problems and the Italian trains were surprisingly on time. We arrived to a rain soaked Trieste and made our way back to the apartment. Rain dampens the tourist spirit to say the least, but we did have a fun dinner to make up for it. We went to a small restaurant with an admirable long wooden bar. It was a one-man show – the waiter, the cook, and the bar tender (quite possibly also the owner) was a peppy little man with an Arabic name on the back of his shirt. As we sat down he enthusiastically announced, stay till 10 and you’ll see this and h handed us a laminated page with pictures of a belly dancer. Both of us were, needless to say, very excited about that.
We had our last Italian meal. It was good stuff all in all with amazingly good service considering the lack of manpower. I do think that he dilly-dallied a bit in order to keep the restaurant more full for his VIP guest belly dancer. Slightly before her arrival, we asked for the bill. He didn’t bring it; instead he brought us two glasses of Italian sambuca. Oh dear. He held us captive for a little while and we watched some Italian belly dancing, if there is such a thing.
We had our last Italian meal. It was good stuff all in all with amazingly good service considering the lack of manpower. I do think that he dilly-dallied a bit in order to keep the restaurant more full for his VIP guest belly dancer. Slightly before her arrival, we asked for the bill. He didn’t bring it; instead he brought us two glasses of Italian sambuca. Oh dear. He held us captive for a little while and we watched some Italian belly dancing, if there is such a thing.
Sunset on Trieste
Castello e Parco di Maramare -- National Museum onPiazza Dell'Unita D'Italia, just a moments walk from our place
Detail at sunset
Sunsetting on Trieste
Museum at night
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