The Begin Hotels arrives, after Ancona, Portonovo and Salento, in another city forged by the sea. Which penetrates right into its central square. The Unity of Italy square. Beautiful, gorgeous. Suspended looking forward, immersed in its legendary wind, powerful enough to fly. To mix the sky and the waves, which take the same color. Just like in this city different cultures mix. Here is the Italian melting pot, which tells the story of this region.
Trieste has the austere strength of a Habsburg empress, who was so far-sighted as to have made it the port of Europe. Of Central Europe. Homeland of coffee, whose aromas echo today in the many bars. Meeting points for the great modernists: Joyce, Saba and even Proust. Trieste sweeps away, with its refined beauty, all to be walked on: in the Jewish quarter, the Cavana, among the Unesco heritage gardens of that gem set on the sea that is the Miramare Castle. Trieste pushes, like the sails of the Barcolana, the largest regatta in the world. Trieste falls in love while walking through its streets.
Hotel Continentale is immersed in the Central European Habsburg allure, in one of the central streets of the city, a five-minute walk from Piazza Unità d'Italia and close to the Molo Audace. We are in via San Nicolò, the same street where Joyce composed some chapters of his Ulysses, Saba has walked every day in front of his antiques bookshop right in front of the hotel and Carducci will have traveled clandestinely at night to live his love with Lina.
This is the good fortune of being a historic hotel, one of the first that such a lively city has ever had: to be able to tell the story that has passed here and that which still continues to be composed.