The winding cobblestone streets of the medieval old city were a delight to explore. Colourful crumbling facades adorned with vibrant bouquets and and painted wooden doors were everywhere to be seen. The locals walking about the streets attending to their daily chores beautifully complemented the chatter of voices and traditional music emanating from the numerous cafes and stores along the streets. Occasionally the serenity was punctuated by the sound of scooters flying effortlessly through the meandering narrow streets, hilariously at odds with the otherwise relaxed atmosphere of this tranquil town.
Tag: Architecture
“On a cold winters day, walking along well trodden alpine paths…”

On a cold winters day, walking along well trodden alpine paths, tired and alone, my muffled footsteps and frozen breath my only companions, I experienced a moment of beauty.
“Alone in my thoughts, the silence manifested…”

The light shower of rain settled over the cobblestone road leading into the heart of the city. I was struck by the elegant beauty of my surroundings. Alone in my thoughts, the silence manifested a powerful impression as vivid as the scent of winter’s rain lingering in the cold air.