Oh, how nice tour through Plovdiv. Indeed, high stone walls in the streets, history smells from it :) I love those old places, the imagination start to work and you are wondering who lived there, how they lived...not just general history, but individuals. Ordinary people and they lives, secrets and untold stories...
The last photo is lovely 😇
Thank you for your poetical and motivational words :) Indeed, my imagination also always starts when walking those cobblestone narrow streets...
You are welcome. And of course our imagination can work better in those old, narrow streets. Although new built settlements can be great and funny too, the old parts of the cities are what attract more, at least my attention 😇
My attention as well, unless it is something bold and extraordinary ;) I think the lockdowns made us dream more, again :) Do you agree? :)
I think that in my case it has been always present. I had grandmas that were great storytellers. Their stories were real life stories from the time they were children, and young. I loved to listen to them, so my interest to those past times has grown. Though, I have no them anymore, so yes, dreams and imagination are the thing that are left to me 😇