I have posted this photo some time ago. Theresa liked it so very much that she wrote a beautiful story about it. I like her story. If you will read it, you’ll like it, too, for sure 🙂
The sign has stood there a long time. Being a sign, it could not feel the passing of time, but it felt in its veins of wood that it was old. It could feel that it had been in this place for many many years.
People passed by on their walks on Romanian paths. They sometimes stopped at the sign and asked each other questions. Is that really the way to Paris … Barcelona … Venezia … München …? And at times, the sign thought about responding. After all, it was listening to their questions. But it did not.
This is a town that began 9,500 years ago… Continue reading here…