Izola, ljubezen moja Izola, my love

Tale ura mi je bila najbolj fotogenična med vsemi, kljub temu, da je za eno uro zaostajala. :)

I found this clock the most photogenic among all there, even though it was one hour behind. :)

Nevede nama je že prišlo v navado, da ko se vračava iz Pirana, se mimogrede zapeljeva še skozi nama tako ljubo Izolo. Tudi v soboto sva se.

Mimo še novoletno okrašenega parka z ljubkimi potkami in paviljonom, ja, kičasto, ampak ne bedno in nadležno kičasto, temveč takó, v tistem sončnem zahodu kar malo pravljično, takó ... jah, da pač nasedeš. :)
 
In tudi sva, še posebej, ker imajo, za razliko od Pirana, tam prvo uro parkiranja brezplačno, prav takó javno stranišče, mislim, ne samo prvo uro :), ki je ne samo čisto, ampak tudi zelo všečno.
 
Najboljše pa je bilo, ko sva v tamkajšnji najlepši ulici, pravzaprav je šlo dobesedno za vprašanje sekunde ali dveh, resno, to se ne bi zgodilo, če se jaz ne bi zataknila pri fotografiranju plakata Gotof je; torej, najboljše je bilo, da sva na tisti ulici, ulici, ki jo obrobljajo lončki z zelišči, kjer si lahko utrgaš kako vejico za kosilo, po kar predolgem času, skoraj vse od najinih slavnih jadralskih udejstvovanj :), in kake pol ure po tem, ko sva, v tistem parku, pomislila nanj in na njegove verze, naletela na Mefa.
 
Oba z Mirom se strinjava, da če bi se ponudila možnost živeti na Obali, bi brez razmisleka izbrala Izolo pred Piranom.

Every time when Miro and I are returning home from Piran, instead of passing by we drive through the neighbouring Izola town. We did it on Saturday, too.

Driving along still festively decorated park with lovely paths and a pavilion, yes, kitschy, but not in an ugly or annoying way, but quite fairytale-like, especially at that sunset colours, yes, the kind that you simply ... just fall for. :)
 
And we did of course, fall for it, also because unlike Piran, the first hour of your parking is free there, just like public toilettes are, I mean, not just the first hour :), and they are not only clean, but also very likable.
 
Yet the best part was when we were walking along the cutest street in the town, actually it was really just a question of a second or two, really, it would not have happened, if I had not photographed a certain strike-poster on that wall; so, the best part was that in that street, all outlined with herb pots available for everyone passing by to pick some, we bumped into Mef, our singer-songwriter friend whom we had remembered just half an hour before in that park and whom we have not seen for too long time already, almost since our famous sailing career ended :).
 
Miro and I, we both agree that if we had a chance to live in the Coast, we would pick Izola over Piran immediately.