A summer evening in Trieste. We wandered through the beautiful open space of Piazza Unità d’Italia.
We admired the statuary.
And then our attention was caught by a group of young Hungarian dancers over in one corner of the square. Their energy and skill were captivating, and their white shirts were almost transparent with sweat.
Some bystanders were a little too keen to participate, almost to the point of spoiling the performance for the rest of us (the boy’s mother was very slow to intervene).
Around the corner we came across another dancer. This time a ballerina accompanied by a violinist.
Ballet’s less interesting to me than young men kicking and slapping their legs, so my attention turned instead to the ballet show’s audience.