by Guisela Chiarella
A perfect November weekend in Trieste felt like a quiet secret shared only with those lucky enough to be here. Mild temperatures brushed the waterfront, luring locals and visitors alike to linger over cappuccinos beneath pale autumn sun. Across the Karst, cellars opened for San Martino, pouring young wine and serving plates of prosciutto and cheese as families toasted the season. In town, the magic continued after dusk. On Saturday night at Molo Audace, we spotted an adventurous Irish girl dive straight into the dark Adriatic — a spontaneous plunge that captured the city’s spirit: bold, joyful, and irresistibly alive.
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