Faces of Piran

I lived in Piran for a month. I got to know the people of this quaint medieval village of 4,000 souls. They got to know me (“The American who is here for a month and works at Bonazza every day”). I felt so at home that in no time I greeted them by saying “ciao” and said my goodbyes via “ciao, ciao.” To such an extent that I am now using that in the Burgh.

I MISS Piran. I will NEVER forget my month there. Thank you, people of Piran.

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