In the early morning I was able to walk through the harbor of Trieste, looking at yachts being prepared for the winter to come. Remind me of my youth: cleaning and polishing our boats together my father and sometimes brothers. Many Saturdays were spend doing this.

Anyway, back to the harbor of Trieste, somewhere, at the end, at the most ugliest part, there was a huge mural with wonderful shades of blue…

Such a shame it is hidden somewhere in the back of a harbor and therefore not that visible.