I went to trieste with a friend, to meet another friend who was there on a work trip.

It's good to have cheerful people around if you are working in a strange place, swept by chilly winds on the farthest borders of civilization, or so we thought.

As it turned out, Trieste is not a somber exile destination but a lively seaport-town with kind people, good beer, and incredibly large, knowing cats.

I particularly liked the light design, black buildings outlined in white like a thirties movie, and the waterfront square with its hundreds of blue lights forming patterns in the pavement.

We were staying at a guest house run by a skinny Australian woman with red hair.

My room didn't have a private bathroom but I took possesion of the large, airy bathroom at the end of the corridor.

The tub was so huge that it could have hosted a children swim contest.

The water poured in like a waterfall- I put a large handful of soap in, and sat on the rug watching as mighty architectures of foam arised from the dephts like a misshapen city in a Lovecraft tale.

When it had grown enough, I splashed in like Dagon bringing doom to Atlantis, and enjoyied the longest bath in my whole life.

I left the bathfoam on the tub corner.

Body Shop, spice flavour. Pity.