After a rather boring and tedious drive through France and northern Italy. We reached Slovenia. The flat landscape morphed into towering mountains, looming above us as we drew nearer. The seemingly endless towns and industrial estates, fizzled out into wilderness. The roads began to snake around the hillsides and snow started to litter the ground. Ahhhh! That's better! We wound our way up the mountain as the snow got thicker, up and up through the pine forest. We stopped at the top to call out for the wolves, in the hope they'd be nearby and respond. Nothing.
In the morning we headed off for the capital, Ljubljana. We don't usually do cities, but this time we made an exception. The city centre is a maze of bright colourful buildings, surrounding a tranquil canal and overlooked by the remains of a ancient castle. The streets are filled with buskers playing beautiful tunes, that somehow seem to compliment each other. At night the lights dance on the calm waters of the canal, while the many cafes along the waters edge hum with the sound of chatter.
It's impossible not to notice, the collection of shoes hanging from the cities many telegraph lines. They are not just thrown up by rowdy teens, they have their own interesting story. It started outside of the towns cobblers, don't ask me how long ago. After throwing the shoes over the line, he found his shop was flourishing. Looking over the cobblers, a lawyer decided to do the same. To his surprise, he too had good fortune and the story goes on as many others copied. To this day, it is seen as good fortune to throw an old pair of shoes up over the wire. |
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