Trieste is magical. A border town facing the Adriatic, confining with Slovenija.
Most of the times I go there to do something, I come back with something else, which is usually much more than what I have expected. This is Walter Macovaz, the oldest lutist in the city. A couple of years ago he retired and closed his shop to the general public. He now only takes commissions for instruments he really likes. Most of them are large strings. After taking the picture I asked him if I could use the restroom, walked in the back going trough a larger part of his laboratory and realize he is now building boats and crazy musical boxes.
Oh by the way: don’t try to contact him: he doesn’t really like to be photographed or bothered.
(Thank you Elena)