Postojna to Piran - Thursday

Ana, our host in Piran, doesn't speak English.  I dragged out my 50-year-old Deutsch and we managed somehow.  Ana met us at the main office and then guided us through the maze of streets to our apartment.  She explained (in German) how everything worked, etc.  I did pretty well understanding her, but my responses in German were pathetic.  She was sweet, though and didn't laugh.

Piran is located on the tip of a long tapering peninsula that sticks out like a tail into the Adriatic Sea.  It has a medieval look to it and is a tangle of arched alleys and tightly packed houses.  Cars aren't allowed in the old part where we're staying so it's really fun to wander around.

We had supper outside by the sea-- at the Pavel Restaurant.  G had scampi and I had mussels.  Good meal--not top notch.  The setting, however, was a 10.

Top photo:  one of the narrow streets of Piran--similar to the street where our apartment is located.
Bottom photo:  Main shopping and hotel area of Piran