Kranj
Piran
Last week, we spent a few days in Slovenia. It was probably the best part of the trip - relaxing, scenic, and hyggelig. We wandered through narrow medieval city streets and breathed in the fresh autumn air, sat out by the seaside and ate dinner in cozy cafes. It felt strangely perfect in Slovenia - kind of like Swiss and German towns, but without the crowds. After the craziness of Istanbul, it felt like we were absolutely alone in this beautiful nation. In Ljubljana, I saw a restaurant with all of its tables set with glittery glass and tablecloths...but the place was empty. It could've been sad, but I thought it was magical - like maybe if we ate there we'd be doted on, or like all of the tables were just set for us to enjoy as we passed by the big windows.
We went to a flea market in Ljubljana on Sunday - people set up their tables along the bridge and the outer edge of the Old Town - and most of the junk there was AMAZING. We saw:
an old fashioned deep-sea diving helmet (the brass and glass kind)
rusty tins from the Eastern Bloc
funny 19th century mantle sets - clocks with candlesticks
soviet army uniforms and pins
skeleton keys and big padlock keys from the late 1800s
big apple baskets
old leather suitcases with destination labels
midcentury brooches and earrings
fox pelts
navigational tools
footed metal jewelery boxes with tiny keys
Not exactly the kind of stuff you want to lug through the airport, but fun to look at.
1 comment:
beautiful.
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