I thought of celebrating the birthday of my country of origin by giving you some of its capital’s street art since it might not be here any more when you arrive.
While the man who sings the song in the title, Eddie Vedder, is about to hit the stage in Florence and I am not there, Slovenia celebrates its birthday. It was 26 years ago (where did they go?) since it proclaimed independence from Yugoslavia, for which it had to win the 10-day war.
In the meantime it has grown into a beauty and now everybody wants some. Soon it will start charging big bucks, therefore visit while it’s still fresh and (relatively) free.
The capital, Ljubljana, is turning as much into a hamburger heaven as a foodie’s paradise. Piran, the pearl on the Adriatic coast, has recently been featured both by Financial Times and The Wall Street Journal. Splendid, for sure, and yet parking there is already a mess, not to mention its two overcrowded hotels. How will the throngs manage?
For you are all coming, you just don’t know it yet.
When you arrive, the Ljubljana street art featured below might well not be there any more. Its transient nature is one of its most striking features. Here’s to hope that love and trust in this state, on the other hand, are here to stay.
(I apologise for not giving the names of the artists. Much too clueless for that.)