I can never remember if it’s today or tomorrow that a young friend of mine celebrates his birthday. To err on the side of being early, I dedicate this sampling of Trieste’s people to him today. He is brave and cheerful enough to wear red scarves hand-knit by yours truly, wickedly smart, provides the best book recommendations, and occasionally saves my son from being eaten by leopards and giraffes (don’t ask.)

The women of Trieste transport the kiddos

 

 

Deal with mopey teenagers

Do the shopping

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love color

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Navigate the uneven streets in high heels

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stick by their guys

And walk the dogs

 

The men hang out

 

 

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OK, they walk the dogs, too

 

And e v e r y o n e wears these shades….

Happy birthday, Conor! I hope one of these days we’ll travel en famille.