My first time to this old town along the tracks.
Touristy, with still some surreal magic left in its derelict buildings and shoe – worn paths. Glad I made it there.
When words fail, drawings speak.
The friendly one who came and just plonked himself there.
When you want to take a self-timer picture and a fly buzzes near your ear, causing you to freak a little.
Along Life's Path 