Ljubljana old town
I know this look just like any corner in any old town... but I cannot help to like this, the combination of cracked, colour-fading walls and the window's frames painted in bright colours, and there... in that uniformity, in that handmade restoration, in the trace of intellectuality I see in the untidy bookshelves and old posters in the interiors when I spy through the windows, and the smell and the stagnant air in the hallways where a cat lingers, or the other cat that sleeps in a worn out wooden doorstep, there I sense that bohemian picture or life (to me so often equivalent) I imagined thinking in Europe when I was young, or when reading Rayuela, or looking for the remnant of old times in modern southamerican cities.
In Ljubljana everything is so relax that is hard to believe it is the capital of a country. (I said that before...) Everybody seems to have plenty of time, there are people chatting in every corner and they seem to be happy, always smiling.
In Ljubljana everything is so relax that is hard to believe it is the capital of a country. (I said that before...) Everybody seems to have plenty of time, there are people chatting in every corner and they seem to be happy, always smiling.



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