Monza, Chaos, Trieste and Bled
12.06.2014 - 13.06.2014 28 °C
Last night after dinner we strolled into town to catch tail end of a Pink Floyd Tribute band. They
wrapped about 9.30 and everyone left the town drop back to sleep.
Impression walking through town centres both here and in France is that most of the shops are
occupied and there are few if any shops plastered with pseudo sale or closing down signs. The
vast majority of the shops stick to selling one product, e.g shoes (still cannot get head around the
eyewatering prices), undies, baby clothing, linen, bathroom goods, chocolates and so on. Charity
shops, have yet to see one.
This morning was a very big shock. Took a few bits up to the car in order to bring it back to the
hotel. Everything looked normal, until you went round driver's side and saws gaping hole where
back window had been! The glass was all over the back seat, one case had been hauled out as it
had grass on underside. Absolute jumble of stuff, but not much missing. Whether the alarm alerted
someone who disturbed them, or whether, as there were only clothes in car, they couldn't see
anything to sell - like computer or phones. Even left my riding gear!!
The result has been hours on the phone, first to get temporary replacement glass and then more
hours at the carabinieri . That was, when we could find it, I asked several people for directions,
most hadn't a clue, but finally young man in bread shop put me on right track. It was tucked away,
getting in was like Fort Knox, huge walls metal and stone, large solid metal gates, and then sitting
in very hot room WAITING. Nice young Guarda kept apologising, and in the end I think his
superior decided to let him do the paperwork and then that was it. They were more concerned
about whether thieves took documents than goods. Poor Bernie had to sit with car meanwhile in
baking underground car park, no signal and no food!
Back to glass company and eventually on road about 4. We took motorway, which was a river of
trucks in both directions. Although the A4 is being widened, it seems they will soon outgrow it and
lord knows what it is like in peak season .
Stayed with super couple at B&B just above Trieste. Views right over the sea and port. Trieste was
occupied by U.S.A, GB and New Zealanders for nine years after the war. Francesco spoke perfect
English as a result, and he had an aunt who married a Brit and went to UK. He and his wife only
started business last summer, the house is simple but the rooms are airy, well decorated with new
bathroom and even small kitchenette. Though as there was a pizza bistro just down the road there
was no need. Breakfast was delicious, homemade jams, cake, biscuits plus yoghurts, bread and
Francesco and Bernie enjoyed swapping notes on their old cars, and the never ending list of
Leaving Trieste, we set off for Bled Lake, very good road and no tolls, but a vignette for £15 valid
for a week. We whizzed through, my please to stop at Lipica Lippizaner stud fell on deaf ears - will
catch it on return . Lake Bled is as picturesque as advertised. Thought of Johanna as lots of
kayaks sculling on it. Have found the places for swimming, hooray. Took a nice long walk around,
came across horse and trap for sightseeing, maybe have a go. One looked just like Linda's Bob,
has he emigrated? Looking at the hooves of another, think Matt could have a field day.
First thunderstorm today, but quite tame. Though good old downpour .