In Sistiana

Sistiana, 7 November 2025

It goes without saying, this photo could have been taken
pretty much anywhere with a climate similar to the one in
Northern Italy in November,

However, it was taken in Sistiana, a short train ride from Triest.
What do I remember from that time? Mainly, a quiet stony beach
with few people enjoying the sun, and an almost intimate conversation
with the guy who ran the café at the train station.After seventeen years as a 
fisherman he wasn't particularly happy with his present job.

 

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