The Giro d’Italia Brings Mountain Magic to Our Adriatic Doorstep
As I sit here at my usual corner table inside the Antico Caffè San Marco, nursing a perfectly brewed espresso, there is a palpable hum of excitement in the air. We Triestini are a people who appreciate both the quiet melancholy of our Austro-Hungarian facades and the vibrant pulse of a grand event. This past…
