Trip Start May 23, 2013
9Trip End Jun 01, 2013
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I wear three layers of shirts and one glove on my left hand , so that my right hand is free to lock the door. I clumsily shut the outside door of the pension not knowing that I have trapped the string of my camera into the space between the door and the door-frame. The camera is hanging from my left wrist. So I am stuck to the door. I try to turn the key around but that didn't work. What can I do now ? I am standing in front of the pension in the cold air , no one in sight, or I have to wait for someone to wake up? I cannot yell , no one would hear me. Then a woman street sweeper appear on the road. I reckon to her that I cannot free myself from the door. She looks surprised but walk towards me and in a click she open the door and release my camera. Thank goodness! I thank her again and again and then begin my journey.
These are my video recording of this fresh and serene beginning of a beautiful Sunday.
Cobbled -stone uneven Latran street spread before me , calling me from the distant past to follow the direction to the Castle.
How many tradesmen had pushed their carts full of goods through this street ? Men and women in traditional costumes , horses and mules , children and pets...how lively this place might have been in the past. But now, just me and my camera, and birds singing up high.