Thursday Doors 13/10/22: Maribor 4.

Let’s continue with our Maribor door tour. Today we reach the park of my childhood where my grandma took me so often. Such lovely memories.

Only about one half of the photos below actually contain a door, but I wished to show you our stroll to the park and The Three Ponds in more detail. This door tour will end next week.

The park is very near the city centre, something which didn’t seem so at all when I was little and spent much time in Maribor with my beloved grandma.

The last photo in the gallery is of the little aquarium and terrarium where she had to take me every time we were near. The news that just a few days earlier the area had been an attempted murder scene did not fit the surroundings. I only had eyes for the memories, and a few doors.

I’m only sorry that I didn’t take a photo of the museum fence which uncle showed me. Instantly I saw it so clearly: little me insisting on walking right there, on the narrow edge by the fence above the sidewalk, no matter that it was a little dangerous. It was okay. I always had a hand handy that supported me and would break my fall.

Hello, there! Only now I see that I took a doorfie. Actually, this is not a door but a shopping window.

Radio City has lots of old radios and turntables in its museum.

Nearby is this vinyl-friendly bar or what. I’m sorry now that I didn’t investigate.

This door has lost a kitty cat.

The door in full. I find it rather grand.

A modern non-smoking door too hip to be read.

I loved this green façade in such a setting.

Uncle kept showing me schools where he and dad used to learn.

Not sure what this door is all about but it had my attention.

We reached the first of the Three Ponds and turned back.

“We have a drink for you too.” Funny that, because this tap is all there is. The restaurant where we ate some 8 years ago is closed.

Local legend: “A cobbler disguised as a Turk opens the barrier, releases the flow into the city canals and doing so saves Maribor.” First time I hear of it…

I had eyes for the views of my childhood.

Some things never change.

I was such a lucky and happy child.

Still here. Only the ceiling may have been given a new paint job.

This door stood out. Who knows how many times I have passed it.

It is guarded by this fellow.

The little aquarium. If I close my eyes, I can see the little tanks, the multicoloured fish, the bubbles, darkness and silence.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

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