WPC: Ljubljana – a bowl of cherries

Mmmm, I love my cherries. Left, right, top, bottom, in between.

I love them so much that while not the only one, they are my favourite fruit. I love them so much that Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson is my favourite book, but not just because of the title. I love them so much that I want to have them all the time, not just on top.

The last time I was strolling around my birthtown, Ljubljana, photo cherries were coming left and right so fast that I was struggling to catch them all. I’ve done at least three photo-heavy posts already from this walk and at least three are still in the works.

During the walk through the centre of the city where I lived all my life up to three years ago I didn’t meet a single familiar face for the longest time, even though the streets were packed. In Slovenia, with her zero degrees of separation.

When I finally did, it was a girl from my high school class. I told her how glad I was to meet her because by the look of it I could easily be in Antwerp. Or Brugge. Helsinki. Switzerland. New York. Somewhere with plenty of people whom I don’t know.

When we continued our stroll, I was pretty sure that I had just talked to her in English. I couldn’t tell for sure.

And yet some of the cherries could only have grown where I did. They put me in the place and back to the time when everything was completely different. Let’s see which one was the ultimate cherry.

In this photo, the cherry on top is the inscription above the towed-away car: “Nobody wants this.”

“I have zero and this much I give to you.”

Such a curious egg-shell facade. Amore was interested in this sort of things.

An appeal to the Mayor to leave alone an occupied zone that has grown into a cultural space.

Concerts in neighbouring Italy and Croatia. My favourites: Henry Rolling, Santana and PJ Harvey.

This roof on Trubarjeva Street is curiously Alpine-looking.

A happy-making cherry.

A what-the-hell-is-this cherry. I used to pass here daily and never saw this coming. I like it!

Somebody was counting something by way of crossing out crosses.

Well….. “Ja” right back at him!

In front of the City Hall. Happy bubbles.

So that you don’t forget where you are.

Erected on the occasion of winning European Green Capital 2016 award. A post with more of this coming up.

This will make its own post as well. What a cheeky city putting a rat on display.

FEAR is just a four-letter word. Another post about this exhibition will be up soon.

Anybody counting cherries? Here something else has been planted.

Beautiful Trnovo, some say a place of unhappy name (Slovenian grandest poet fell in unrequited love here), others say the hip-hop capital.

An example of Slovenian dual case, feminine dual case: “We shall untangle hallways down to separate threads.”

And the ultimate cherry on top: was it this sunset up Nazorjeva Street?

Or this almost forgotten, memories-spurring view?

My favourite shop in all of Ljubljana! Book antiquariat Trubar! This must be it! Let’s see what all is on display: lots of Sartre, a book on emotional intelligence, another on the power of honey, Byron, Tito, and on the left there a book with mushroom recipes that my father used to have.

Alas – nothing beats finding one’s own blog out in the wild. 🙂

Photo: a © signature mmm production

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Cherry On Top