Our last big European city exploration was another visit to Trieste, this time in search of the San Giusto cathedral and castle.
On my first trip I was given a beautiful framed pewter engraving of the church and have wanted to see it for myself ever since. I am so glad we got the chance! Even though it is a huge hike (or twisty drive) to get there it is definitely worth the effort – the church is beautiful and sits on so much history, plus the view is lovely. We could see clearly out to the Adriatic…
…as well as to Castello Miramare (the subject of my other pewter engraving…)
…and beyond to the lighthouse – Il Faro di Vittoria…
As always I was mesmerized by the architecture. The church is filled with beautiful sculptures, reliefs, mosaics, chandeliers and the most lovely (and simple) rose window… (These architectural shots are for Tia – no windows with flowers today, but something a little bit older…)
…of course there is a lion…
After spending some time exploring the castle we drove back down to town and wandered through Trieste for the last time. (So sad!) We found the tram to Opicina at Piazza Oberdan and added that to our “prossima volta” list – Nonno talks about it often.
For “lunch” we bought some pastries at a tiny bakery, ate them again on the church steps looking out at the canal grande, and then walked back to Piazza Unita for gelato. (Pera, dark chocolate, pesce and mandarinetta…)
Trieste is a lovely place to get lost for awhile, as many artists, writers and thinkers have known well before me. I am already dreaming about my wandering time there, and looking forward to another visit sooner than later…
My favourite thing about Trieste on this trip: the chance to share my love with the greatest loves I have ever known… and discovering that the very best thing about the gorgeous old statues is that they provide the perfect shade for an afternoon gelato… my happiness is complete!
“In Trieste, with its many sadnesses,
its beauties of sky and district,
there is a steep hill called Via del Monte.
It begins with a synagogue and closes with a cloister; midway
up the street is a chapel; there from a meadow
you can scope out the dark energy of life,
and the sea with its ships, the promontory,
the crowds and the awnings of the market…
Via del Monte is the street of holy affection,
but the street of delight and love
is always Via Domenico Rossetti.
This green suburban byway, which loses,
day by day, its color, and is always
more city, less countryside, still keeps
the fascination of its best years,
its first scattered villas
and sparse rows of saplings. Whoever
strolls by in these last evenings
of summer—when every window is open
on a far vista,
where someone waits, knitting, or reading—
thinks that perhaps his beloved
might flourish again, in the old pleasure
of living, of loving him, him only;
and her little son, too, rosy with health.”