Just some of the churches spread out across Trieste.  I actually went to the first one for Easter Sunday mass – let me tell you, no one goes to mass.  I went at 9, standard time, not too early and not too late.  I was perhaps one of twenty people (not even) that showed up, and I was also the youngest in the entire congregation.  But the nice thing was that two older gentleman walked over to me and shook my hand, one calling me signorina (which I love being called that!).  (taken 4.4.2015)