The Prule district is an amazing mixture of a modern-day city and the remnants of a forgotten era. Bourgeois architecture, a handful of bridges crossing Ljubljanica, statues of dragons and tall churches are basically just the half, the non-industrial half, of Ljubljana’s face. There have been countless times when I pictured a first date with a special girl on a warm autumn day with a bottle of white cold wine, put to cool in the portable blue cooler after the glasses were filled with the ecstatic fluid.
These ideas most often crossed my mind when I was returning from a rough day at work, sitting in the traffic jam, slowly moving through the bridges we talked about earlier. Oddly, despite living a 10-minute walk from the beauties of the Prule’s riverbank, I still haven’t managed to realize such an appointment. It is cemented into my bucket list and it’s only a matter of time before I take a selfie to prove to myself it happened. Just when tourists think this city cannot get any nicer, boom, this hits them right in the face.