I am a firm believer in really getting to know a place by reading its walls and other surfaces. Sometimes you won’t like all you learn but at least you’ll know.
Not all scribbles that follow are artistic but all have merit in adding soul to the city, no matter what kind this soul turns out to be.
Since most of the text is in Slovenian, a foreign visitor would require some local help. That’s why I am here. Meet Piran on the peninsula, a tiny but possibly prettiest town in Slovenia, through its mouth.
I did one similar post for this challenge already on my previous blog, in which I collected poetry on walls. You can find it here.