The uneasy groan, stutter, and clunking of the modern age rises through the square in Italy’s coastal port of Trieste.
Tourist buses squeeze down streets better suited to Roman carts, while heavy-set cars lurch over the cobblestones, cutting their rubber fronts on the stone where they leave behind black stains and flecks of paint.
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