We’re so, so lucky that we are now so close to Italy. When the candle supplies are running low, we generally do a trip to IKEA in Villesse, in the province of Gorizia in the Italian region Friuli-Venezia Giulia. It’s a little bit further north than Trieste but it always seems as if we are there in no time. We take the motorway, which runs high above the port city of Trieste, as so far, we’ve always thought that navigating this city could be a it nightmarish – but this has meant that until this weekend, we’ve been missing on getting to know a very beautiful city.
We needed to escape the dust and dirt of our house renovation over Easter, but be somewhere that this time didn’t involve a massively long drive, so we decided to explore Trieste. A booking was made at The Seven Historical Suites for two nights and off we set.
Within 45 minutes of leaving the house, we were parking up – not bad going, and still exciting that in under an hour we drive through three countries. Croatia, Slovenia and Italy. So, the accommodation, first of all. I’d read amazing reiews about The Seven Historical Suites – exactly what they are. Seven refurbished suites, located high up in the eaves of the ancient Terni Palace in the heart of the old city, a building regarded as the most important, and most swanky, building in Trieste! I’m still not quite sure how we got this break for the price we did, as it wasn’t overly expensive at all, but wow! How beautiful?
These suites are in a private building and so there isn’t the usual reception type area when you arrive. The room above, is located within the suites – you can either take the very elaborate staircase, or the very authentic, original elevator. To call it a “lift”, just doesn’t do it justice. You are met by a concierge, who it turns out, runs the show – and is just so lovely. He gave us so many top tips about Trieste and could not have been more helpful. All in all, this was a wonderful place to stay – and certainly helped to demonstrate to us that Trieste is a whole lot more than a port city.
As we walked around on Easter Sunday moring, we saw lots of people coming in and out of a very grand looking church, clutching what looked like olive branches, and so couldn’t resist popping in to have a nosey. It was good to see and hear, and have confirmation again, that NOTHING stops Italians from chatting. Had I wished to hear the service, I’d have had no chance over the loud hum of chirruping that was going on. #onlyinitaly
And, as if it couldn’t get any better, we found the most amazing seafood restaurant, which served the BEST fish & chips. I wish I could have resisted and gone for something more classy, but I’ve been fish & chips deprived…