If I remember well, this café is called “The Red Bicycle”. The bike is just decoration. In the background you see the opera house.
Rovinj, like so many of these old mediterranean cities, wouldn’t be my first choice for riding a bicycle. Cobbled, narrow streets full of tourists, much of the city perching on a hill, but hey, I’m just the photographer, and as such I was glad to have a few bikes around. For years they were one of my favorite subjects 🙂
There’s a deplorable scarcity of bicycles where I live and work now. You’ve heard my lament 🙂
On the other hand, sometimes you find them where you wouldn’t expect it. Here for instance is one mounted to the top of a fence at a restaurant.
There was really no good angle for a decent background. I let the 75/1.8 take care of the problem. The lines in the background are from the railing of a bridge. Unfortunately nothing could be done about them. Cloning was out of the question 🙂
It’s peaceful here in rich Vienna. Children have their colored bicycles and everything is sleepy and silent.
This is the same world and the same small continent as the one where terrorists have started to kill people every few weeks. It’s the same place as the one where xenophobia has started to cancel all altruism.
I think as a species we still have a long way to go. Instead we inevitably slip into evitabilities – just like on the verge of World War I. Everybody knows it’s stupid what we do, nobody wants to be the first to draw consequences. Lemmings we are, seeingly heading towards the cliff.