Eurolog VIII: Our Man in Piran

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After enjoying a very nice, leisurely breakfast on the terrace overlooking the Adriatic m’lady and I lingered over coffees and thought up a relaxed schedule for the day.  Our plans involved shopping a bit, swimming even less and checking out the city wall, and that’s exactly what we did.

I went down to the front desk (again) and asked if there was a power adaptor available to borrow (again) and (again) I was told theirs were all loaned out.  I enquired again and again (sorry) throughout the day with similar success.  I wouldn’t normally be so hung up on electronics but my computer was completely out of power to the point that it refused to turn on and I was expecting an email from the guy I had met behind the hotel the night before.  Marej had offered to show us around town and here I was, stuck without the ability to respond.  

I felt bad about standing him up but I refused to let it ruin my day.  Ah yes, to the day:

Our shopping was rather light: m’lady bought some salt at the salt store, both healing and eating varieties.  Apparently Slovenia is known for having good salt, such that they have salt stores.  Who knew?  She tried on several white cotton skirts and pants in another store, eventually making a few purchases while I sat on a park bench in Tartini Square admiring a statue of the locally-born composer through its reparative scaffolding.  

Tartini Square

The swimming component of our afternoon was short, for me at least.  I’m not crazy about swimming salt water but I relented and jumped in for ten seconds or so.  It was a short dip but enough that I felt like I needed a shower to rid my body of bothersome brine before walking up to the city wall.

And walk up we did (after I showered and asked again about the adaptor).  We started in the courtyard of the church and the bell tower, but decided not to go in.  The cobbled street behind the complex wound up and out of sight at an impressive angle but the city wall turned out being just a short walk, albeit steep.  It was nearly closing time but we managed to squeak in a quick self-guided tour.

The wall (which had been moved several times over the centuries as the town behind it grew) is a stone facade.  If you were attacking it you might assume that it was the side of some great fortress but in reality it was just a flat wall with narrow walkways near the top and several deceptive half-turrets.  To explore the wall we clambered up thin, winding staircases and ladders and wow, there were some great views of the city from up there.  Being so late in the afternoon it was pretty deserted up there.  We zigzagged inside one of the barren towers where we felt very, very safe from intruders.  

Though we couldn’t help but to take a bunch of pictures we both agreed the light would be infinitely better in the morning, so we made loose plans to maybe perhaps possibly perchance come back up to the wall the next morning and descended back to the town square.  Along the way I struck up just the nicest conversation with two elderly British ladies.  It wasn’t the content of the conversation that I enjoyed so much, but the sound of the speech and the hilarious colloquialisms.  British accents can be so musical.  I could have listened to them speak for hours.

A short stop in the square led us back to the hotel where we dropped off our cameras and walked the waterfront twice exploring the restaurant menus before deciding on a pizzeria/spaghetteria for dinner.  I had a really good pizza and a great salad and we waited absolutely forever the waiter to bring our bill.

But I didn’t care.  In between overt glances cast in the direction of our comically oblivious waiter we easily passed the time gazing deeply into each other’s eyes and swooning over the excellent vacation we were having.  

Then a short hand-in-hand stroll listening to the waves crashing into the pier and just like that we were back in our lovely room.  I cast open the shutters and we laid in bed basking in the subtle glow of the moonlight reflecting off the town’s bell tower just outside our window.

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