I spent three days in my hometown, Ljubljana. In fact, I’m just finishing the last piece of dad’s blueberry strudel. Yum.
When on a stroll around the house of my parents where I grew up (the story is here), I realised only when it was ending that I’d been shooting doors again. Too. Subconsciously. Here they are. The last is my parents’ entryway from the outside.
This was Bežigrad in the north of Ljubljana, the ones below were taken in the centre. It surprised me a little to realise how much I love this city. More information in the captions. And welcome to have a look for yourselves one day.