When travelling back from Trieste we always stop in one of the villages in the surroundings of the city which we do not know. Back then it was Prosecco. Which struck us as particular was that there was nothing particular about the place and there was no indication that we were in a wine-growing area. However, there was a café which was open. It was late in the morning and the sun was shining, but the atmosphere in the café was that of a bar at night. And that was it. At the moment I am reading “Microcosms” by Claudio Magris, in which many places in the surroundings of Trieste are mentioned but I have not yet come across a chapter in which Prosecco is mentioned.
oil on canvas, painted on a canvaswrapped woodden frame