- the soaked shoes, how it wouldn't stop raining
- the hostel we booked turning out to be located in an old basement with a very distinct atmosphere, and with tiny pieces of bricks falling down now and then. i still think rather fondly of it
- the free walking tours; history had never been this fun
- the narrow streets of old town, how we couldn't find our way no matter how hard we tried. until the last day of our stay
- whenever we eventually did find our way, it led us to the same, small bakery; said bakery's pastries
apr 5 2020 ∞
apr 5 2020 +