In Slovenian, the word car is pronounced “tzar” and this is also what it means. Let’s look at some tzars on Italian streets (and in Piran).
Photo: a © signature mmm production
Photo: a © signature mmm production
First the collection of ruminating red oldies.
Some are deceptively calm.
Some are boisterously joyous.
Some have time to wave.
And one is in love with his blue magic woman.
And then there is the cool and collected Mercedes brigade.
In comparison Porsche peeps have lost their pop. Or have they?
A sinister-seeming Italian job and a French first art contribution.
And to finish it off, a favourite (because I seemed to have missed all the Peugeots). Have 500 baci.
Photo: MM / Mille miglia race, San Quirico d’Orcia, May 16 2015
Your city. It will be forever.
It used to be so far. Traffic jams, fog, snow, heat – things needed to be endured.
And then finally Maribor, and most often sunny. Main square. Those four floors – sometimes it seemed even higher, depending on form.
View of green Pohorje. The scent of the kitchen. Cheerful baca.
This is your courtyard. High school. Basketball court. Drava river. “Don’t let NATO see your bridges,” Balašević said during his concert on the raft.
Impressions from my last visit? Pretty, quiet, friendly. Romantic, yet rainy on this occasion. Just where there used to be the marketplace, little chicks can no longer be bought.
And then, in Piran, the exact same number of stairs?
You always love to surprise and please.
The age is right for me to like Shakin’ Stevens. He is a regular in Bravo. His posters look down from the wall.
When you go abroad once again, you return with cassettes. A bunch of them. I look at them in awe. Names I have never heard before. And then one that I know. Stevens! Shaky! But no. The name on the tape is Cat Stevens. Disappointment lasts several years until I realise that Cat is a hundred times better.
In the same bunch of tapes there is also one of Buddy Miles, Jimi Hendrix drummer.
Many years later I will be at his concert in Vienna. The name will ring a bell from somewhere.
Edit: P.S.: By going away he means visit me in Tuscany.
This was Mille miglia race in Tuscany this year. See if you can spot a celebrity. Will have to make several more posts from this race when the subjects are “black” or “silver” or “white” or “shiny” or “cars”.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “ROY G. BIV.”
People say that we grow to become our parents, boys grow into fathers, daughters grow into moms. Am I lucky in that regard! This is what awaits me:
She loves bestia, to read and to make others happy (that car race must have been really the last thing she wished to see but it was my birthday).
There is much more about her, though. Not only she must be the oldest Slovenian rapper (here in my old, “skater” shirt),
she also writes poems. Here is one from her first collection of poems for children, illustrated by Mina Fina and published in Slovenian:
Tine mi meče drobtine
Vito me vleče za kito
kadar jem pito.
Zvone mi krade bonbone
in skriva balone.
Samo me suva v ramo,
ko se igramo,
Rok me spravi v jok
ko mi vzame sok.
Le Dado ima lepo navado,
da nosi mi čokolado.
I translated it into English because I would really like for the whole world to enjoy her poems (another one is here, soon the translations will make a book as well). Now it sounds like this:
Fred, you throw pieces of bread
On top of my head
Nate, you’re pulling my braid
When the table is laid
Boon, you hide my cartoon
And blow my balloon
Zak, you push me in the back
When we play in the shack
Sly, you make me cry
When you steal my pie
Just Clyde is so very polite
He gives me chocolate, I bite.
And this is what I could add (hippies, like partisans, will NEVER die out, no matter how others count on old age to do them in):
Maybe it will all really be okay, mom. Imagine that! I’m happy that you like what I did to your poem. Wishing you a happy heart (and many more heart-shaped stones that you collect and can be seen on the top photo), a peaceful soul and calm sea. Happy birthday!
Photo: MM & BM (last)
Photo: MM & MC (of me)
We went to San Quirico d’Orcia to observe the Mille Miglia oldies race. Stay tuned for many more photos from here.
I was having fun taking photos. This is much easier to do when you are surrounded by what I have been.
The perfect day was concluded at I Pescatori at the Orbetello lagoon in merry company. Cin cin and thank you, everybody!