Today a doomy poem and glimpses from the waterfront of Trieste, a city bound in nostalgia and history.
But first, three times that I was by the sea in Trieste:
December 2012. (Photo: Amore) 
July 2015. (Photo: Amore) 
July 2018. (Photo: Dad)
Bound out Bound to find out it’s easier to go out with a whisper than a flame, bound to think it only happens to other people, you will be happened to. Round on the way. Re- bound on the way. Out- run on the way. In ground all the way.
The photos below – of the port and the waterfront, the Canal Grande (really very piccolo), and the Piazza Unità d’Italia – are from two visits.
The first part until the fisherman is from 2015 when amore and I continued from the port to the Miramare Castle. It was 6 am, amore just rode into town on the night train, hence the lovely light.
The second half is from another summer three years later when father took me to Trieste from Piran with the regular boat line. It felt good to invade Italy from sea. (Why do I write Trieste, like Italians do it? I should say Trst, in Slovenian. Yeah, there you go, remove all the vowels. Trst is – also, as much – ours.)
If you are curious about the history of Trieste, and there is plenty of it, I recommend the book by Jan Morris, called Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere. Never has the title been more spot on.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #290: Outbound
This day in my blogging history
An Embarrassment of Riches 
You make the book sound interesting, but would you mind giving a brief summary so I don’t have to read it? 😀 I can’t remember if I’ve been to Trieste. (I’ve certainly never been to Trst!)
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You would know if you were, SMSW. 😀 No summary, sorry, it’s non-fiction…
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Oh, I look on a map: so close to Slovenia! Now I can say I’ve never been there.
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Yes, it’s almost surrounded by Slovenia. In fact, many Slovenians were stuck on the wrong side of the border when it was set after WW2. Trieste could go either way, Slovenia or Italy, but then Marshall Tito of Yugoslavia made some pacts… Who knew what really happened.
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Trieste I know nothing about you make me curious.
Also I enjoyed very much the happy trios. (K)
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I’m glad to hear this, K. This book is worth fishing out. And I’m glad you like my trios. 🙂
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Those photos certainly provide perspective, I especially like the one of the man cleaning. It works really well and the poem teams with the theme perfectly. It sounds like a voyage, though perhaps more of the Titanic than a gentle cruise 😁
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Thank you, Not Pam, for your lovely feedback. I had the poem first and the image of Trieste flew by and I caught it.
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It’s a lovely town. I have great memories of the place. There are wonderful limestone caves in the cliffs behind the town.
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You mean the caves still in Italy, I. J.? Or did you cross into Slovenia to visit the Postojna cave, or even the Škocjan caves? I haven’t seen the ones in Italy. Funny to think that you were in Trieste. You must have entered Slovenia too at some point then… Thank you!
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The ones still in Italy. I would have loved to travel down to Ljubljana, or even across the bay to Piran, but in the days of the iron curtain (and perhaps even now) visas had to be obtained before crossing the border.
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I couldn’t say for sure but I know that nobody would stop you on the border between Italy and Slovenia now since there is nobody there any more. 🙂 The European Union is good for some things!
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Of course. It’s all Schengen area now. I can finally get on to that train in Trieste and get off in Ljubljana!
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Ahh sorry to say, this line has been discontinued at one point between now and the times of James Joyce who arrived to Trieste by train via Ljubljana.
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Sad. In the late 80s I’d fallen asleep on the night train from Venice to Ljubljana, and instead of getting off at Trieste had been woken up at the border. I had dreams of carrying on one day.
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Oh, I really dislike cruise ships. They symbolise everything that’s wrong with humanity – out of all scale with the rest of the world!
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Thank you, Emma. Oh, I would never choose one of these for my holidays. From the firm ground they look megalomaniac but visually interesting, I find. Such symbols abound everywhere one looks.
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I love the Italy in one photo shot! Trieste looks rather lovely, at least in these waterfront scenes, although those huge cruise ships are a bit overwhelming!
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Thank you, Sarah. They are overwhelming but standing on firm ground and taking photos I can do. I wouldn’t wish to travel with one. From Trieste I took the ferry to Greece twice with my own car. We slept outside on the deck. Crazy youth!
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No I wouldn’t want to travel in such a huge ship – I prefer my boats smaller by far, I like to feel I am on the water!
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Great tour of Trieste ~ there is always a special appeal of cities on the water for me. Wonderful photos and hope all is well ~
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Thank you, Randall. All well and calm here, just rain. Cities on water will suffer.
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Gawjuss photos, Manja. You never miss an opportunity, honestly. The sofa! Adore. The one of your dad (it is your dad, isn’t it?) next to the seamstress memorial statue – adore. It’s the juxtaposition of the two figures and the clock in the middle, it’s so harmonious. The black and white trio one!! The best. Stunning in so many ways. The cascade of profiles, the expressions, the light, the authenticity. So good.
And interesting about Trieste, that you call it Trst in Slovenian, it’s like tryst almost or trust. I only know it as Trieste. How intriguing what you said about “Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere.” It does have a bit of a lost feeling by the end of the summer, I guess. I’ve been there a couple of times just as a stopover whilst going on somewhere else and I went for a walk one night and though I felt completely safe, I also felt such a feeling of disconnectedness and aloneness.
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I love your hopping around so much, Sunra Nina. Around my blog and around Trieste where you caught it, the end of time and everything. I love your enthusiasm so much and your unique words (gawjuss!). The black and white trio, they are still alive but not together anymore. The boys’ parents split up. It makes it even deeper. I’m glad that you love my dad with the statue, I do too. 🙂
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You’re most welcome, it was a pleasure! 😊
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