Had a trip to Slovenia this week, to the capital, the slightly hard to spell Ljubljana. Very nice town in a small adrift section of the former Yugoslavia. Good place to spent a weekend, as the town is small, and well served with restaurants, and the local scenery is nice. (No more than a weekend, it is small.)
Here is the main drag down the river, lined on both sides with bustling restaurants, that seemed to have good food.
I walked down here looking around for an eating place for later, as I went towards the high point of the town, the castle. The climb was a challenge, because it was 32 or so degrees, and very high humidity, as there was a thunderstorm coming. The chaps in the window here are in a high state of undress, due to that heat.
Got to the Castle, which rather than being the closed mausoleum to past conflicts that I expected, has been renovated, and turned into quite a lively arts venue. Here is the outside.
I had a wander along the walls fo the castle looking out over the town and surrounding scenery, which was quite dramatic given the gathering storm.
Here are a bunch of Slovenians enjoying what could have been a political rally, a poetry event, or just about anything really, as it was all in Slovenian, naturally enough.
But I did find a source of entertainment and refreshment in the form of a local beer. Certainly quenched the parts that the heat and climb had made dry.
So after a happy half hour watching this enigmatic gathering, and watching small children terrifying the local pigeons, I wandered back to the centre, but this time I tackled it more directly via a rather dizzying staircase wedged between the town's rather charming houses.
Could almost be Germany, but just to make sure you are not fooled, there is one communist era monstrosity to make sure that you keep on your toes. This is the National Ljubljana Bank HQ, and as you can see it subscribes to the Brutalist school of architecture. (Interesting enough it was also the place where I first saw someone riding a Segway, about four or five years ago.)
So, having made it back, I continued to wander up and down the river cafes, and I noticed that the Slovenians are not big graffitti and tag merchants,. but that they did have some well done examples. In fact the whole town gives off a rather arts and crafts feel.
Here is a sort of Banksy style effort. The wording is translated by Google's Slovenian to English option as "Please Bombs Fall!", which strikes me that it maybe wide of the mark in this case...
Here is another example, rather more whimsical this time:
Finally, rather than Munch's "The Scream," we have Slovenia's "The Yawn".
Rather witty, compared this with the run of the mill tagging crap.
Next day I gave a speech to a banking congress. Went fine, except that the host, intending to be complimentary, compared my presentation style to that of John Cleese. ("Sorry, please excuse him, he comes from Barcelona.")
Only one word of warning - the taxi drivers in Slovenia are without doubt the most dangerous I have ever encountered. Doing 120 KMH through town in a 50 zone, missing and swerving past other cars by millimetres, undertaking, and some really breath-takingly bad and risky driving. I mentioned this to the marketing person who had set up the event, and she said: "ah yes, we're all a bit like that."
Random.