Piran then and now

I’ve changed the capital for the coast. Let’s follow the woman with the straw hat.

In Piran on the Slovenian coast by the Adriatic they put up several boards with vintage photographs showing Piran how it used to be, and set them on the locations where they were taken.

I’m sure I haven’t discovered them all yet but above are four of them and some other views from the last two days with mom in vintage showing the way.

Piran never disappoints. Not only parents and visiting friends, our Garden of Eden and Druga (= word play, ‘eden’ means ‘one man’ in Slovenian, ‘druga’ means ‘another woman’), ice-cream, rock music in the air from the homes around, there is also a certain kind of light when the sun is about to set.

The last light of Slovenia. If you want more, you need to proceed to Italy.

Giuseppe Tartini, the host.