by Todd Abrams
I spent a few weeks in Trieste. Venice is two hours by train. I remember on a hill touring San Giusto and outside the gates an old lady that sat and fed a hundred cats. I had the best Chinese meal in Trieste. It was something with mushrooms. We must have drunk Terrano back then but I mostly remember the German beer and the cats.
Todd Abrams, author of The End of Family, writes in Ferndale, Michigan.