Behold a small series of photos that upon first gaze may appear like your standard Brighton beach shots … but upon closer inspection may reveal such mysteries as a couple making out way over yonder in the rain dusk, a flock of feathered soldiers about to descend upon the ice cream licking pier-goers, or Mister Quincy and his right-hand lady Righty getting undressed and re-dressed during a hard day’s photoshoot (to learn more about Mister Quincy click here).
Ah, Piran – the jewel of the Slovenian coast. Not that it really has much crown jewel competition as the wee country has 40-ish km of coast line to its name. Still, it’s a serious beauty that makes you feel like you’ve been transplanted straight into one of those postcard Italian coastal town … with the added benefit of a surprising lack of tourists clambering about. The Italian-esque factor has something to do with the fact that Piran was a part of the Venetian Empire from the 13th to 18th centuries and if you climb to the top parts of the town you can spy on folks across the water in both Croatia & Italy.
View of Piran from atop the old city walls.
Oh look, it’s another view of Piran from atop the old city walls!
Martin (a Swedish photographer) and his camera take a break from their reason for being in Slovenia (documenting organic cheese farming).
Martin (the afore-photo-ed Swedish fellow) and Rosie (a CBC radio-er from Victoria on her way to a move to the land of tea and crumpets).
Why hello Adriatic Sea and slight hint of Italia in the distance!
Tartinijev Trg … or Tartini Square to those whose mother language is not so laden with consonants.
Tartini himself (the composer Tartini Square is named for). Tartini seems like a regular ol’ scamp to me … what with using his bow to poke church-top angels right in the rump instead of to make music.
Lazy afternoon cappucino a la Piran.
Burek for breakfast (an old Balkan pastry staple).
Kidlets in Tartini Square.
Tartini Square at dusk.
Sunset over Piran from atop the old city walls.
Tartini Square by night.
Narrow night streets a la Piran.