Two more days have vanished and now is our last full day in the sun, swimming and lazing.
Although when not lazing it’s a hot and tiring business betting around in blazing heat. The sweat dripping down the back. Monday was a swimming morning and a reading afternoon. Very laid back. Tuesday we decided to move our butts into gear. We went to the restaurant along the beach again but sadly I now have to hike up and hike down to get there. Then we went into the supermarket for a shop. I needed the bank which was out of order so we decided to make a beeline into Trieste for some errands Chris wanted to do. We went to a lovely bottleshop and looked in a few shops. By then we were so hot we went to the Bar San Marco where we’ve been before. The lovely old bar where all the writers past and present sit. Including, of course, James Joyce, a celebrated protegee of this city. We had a Select Spritz( a new and better iteration of the Aperol Spritz) and I had a second!! Back in the car and back down the hill. The owners of the house(s) were ensconced next door, making themselves at home all around us. I had to hide the dish I broke but the glue I’d bought to fix it was sitting on the table. Another meal under the splendid sunset for our penultimate night here.
This morning (Wednesday) Chris is going to try to negotiate with the workmen up the hill to carry our suitcases up the hill for 10 Eu per case. We’ll see how that goes.