Tom came down from his apartment and asked if I wanted to go for a walk
down to the monument of Cesare Batiste. 
"Sure, great idea. I've never been anyhow." So we headed off,
down the long river walk towards the monument. Along the way we ran
into Richard, he was on a bike heading home. Turns out he spent the
night partying over at Conor's house after the pub closed down. He
didn't look to good, and he had an English lesson to give in about 10 minutes.
The
image on the left is at the base of the hill that the monument to Cesare
Batiste is on. I don't know if you can make it out, but there are
words carved into the hillside. The tunnel on the right we can't
figure out. The only thing we could think of as a possible ammunitions
store during WWII or something.
The walk up the hillside is steep. Fortunately, there are benches
well placed along the path so you can take a break every once in a while.
There are also very few people up and about here.
Once you get to the top, you have fantastic views of Trento and the
surrounding area. The sun is shining brilliantly this day so the
photos are especially vivid. The leaves are also turning quickly
in the fall weather so the mountains have a redish tint to them.
The top of the hill, around the monument, is a large park. There are sitting and picnic areas up here. The only problem is you would have to carry everything up the hillside.
There are streets, but they look like they are only for military traffic. There is a museum up here about the Alpine Corp of the Italian army. The museum is interesting. Very many relics from past wars, newspaper clippings, etc.
But
the main reason for being up here was to see the monument to Cesare Batiste.
He was an Italian patriot in WWI that was executed.
The monument itself is quite large. The interior of the monument
is a large room with newspaper clippings, photos, and other information
about Cesare Batiste and his exploits. 
He was held at Castle Buonconsiglio down in the city of Trento. Me and the kids had seen the small prison room he was held in on a trip to the Castle this past summer. From there he was led out of the room and executed by the Austrians.
In
the photo on the left, Cesare Batiste is walking to his execution.
The white spot in the middle is from my flash. There was not enough
light in the room to make the photo without a flash.
We headed into town and caught the bus back to the apartment building.
Later Sunday evening I met the crowd down at the pub. Made a new
friend, Michela. She's an economics major at the university here.
She came here from Vicenza just the past week. First time away from
home too.
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