Tag Archive: Piran

We’ve long wanted to visit Slovenia so we drove from Vienna to Ljubljana with a Graz pit stop. Clean and green, plus it’s such a small country offering so much. Lake Bled comes to mind, but Piran stole our hearts. On a Food Trip, we included Trieste, Italy in our itinerary. Yes, that small strip of land off the Adriatic and the Italian border to Slovenia. As home to Illy Coffee, plus the prospect of seafood harvested off the Adriatic and cooked the Italian way, we couldn’t go wrong. Next, the van took us on a road trip visiting the small towns of the Istrian Peninsula. All of these destinations couldn’t have been better. By the time we left Istria and reached Zagreb, we were almost unfamiliar with big city vibes. And Plitvice? That was the highlight of my trip.

Just click on the following titles to the blog links .

From Vienna to Graz, Austria

Clean and Green Ljubljana

A Rainy Day in Lake Bled

Going Italian in Trieste

Driving Back to Slovenia’s Piran

Groznjan’s Art and Culture

More Truffles in Motovun

How Do You Say Rovinj?

Rijeka Off the Adriatic

Opatija’s Classy Vibe

Summery Day in Pula

Finally, Zagreb!

A Near-Miss in Plitvice

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Trip Length: 12 Days


Hotel Galeria

Hotel Coppe

Hotel Jadran

Hotel Dubrovnik

Bluest Blue Sky. Blue Waters. This is the best unplanned trip. Piran is our first pit stop on our way to Croatia. From Trieste, Italy, we reentered Slovenia after driving for under an hour. One feels you’ve never left Italy though, as we drove along the Adriatic Sea hugging the coastline. The route was scenic but the sky that time of day we arrived in Piran was just magnificent! At 9:30 in the morning, we certainly didn’t expect those cottony clouds.

Tartini Square is the main piazza here. So named to honor its beloved son Giuseppe Tartini, a violinist and composer. His house is located around the square which is now used as a default place for events and other public affairs. We crossed the Square past the 19th century town hall with stone lions and found the path towards the belfry at the top and climbed up. The Church of Saint George gives Piran its very Renaissance Venetian feel. At the time we visited, there was an ongoing baptism and the church was full. Spent time watching the baptism ceremony versus scaling up the staircase in the tower. In this summer heat, no thanks. But the view even at the foot of the belfry is worth the uphill hike.

Someone was playing the harp on the cobblestoned path to the tower. Tartini would have been pleased. Perfect as musical background to the hilltop Catholic Church dedicated to St. George. If only that melodious harp music can flow through the Church recesses where the 17th century paintings and altarpiece made of marble are located. But what strikes me more is the faithful replica of the bell tower to the Campanile in Saint Mark’s Square in Venice. You can’t miss it anywhere you stand within the port town of Piran.

We felt almost sorry to leave Piran. While waiting for my friends at the designated place, I silently stood watching a local tie his tiny boat amidst a row of yachts and speedboats in the wharf. His sun-kissed skin shows the wrinkles of a life dedicated to sun worship, sailing adventures and a pseudo-bohemian mindset. I gave up on the video as the old man took his own sweet, long time to get his boat safely moored. It’s the same relaxed and carefree vibe you sense everywhere within the island.