Thursday Doors 24/8/23: Around Ljubljana train station

Let’s pretend you come to Ljubljana by train and have half an hour to spare until the next train. This is what you could see, dragons first. But I hope you’d stop for longer.

First, a reality check: new glasses and a new haircut. In case you run into me.

This afternoon I need to go back to the IT service to complain about my new keyboard. The following nine keys q š đ s d g j , . sometimes stop working midsentence. Always the same 9 keys.

Tomorrow Robert Plant has an acoustic show in Koper 20 km from me and I don’t even check if tickets are still to be had.

On Saturday Luka and Slovenia play their World Cup game. I wish them all the luck.

But now, today’s doors and stuff. One week ago I left Piran and reached Ljubljana by bus – central bus station is next to the central train station – to have lunch with one friend and go to the card tournament with another. I had an hour to kill so I went on a little walk around my city of origin, and felt exactly the tourist that now I am.

All these photos except the last three are from my 30-minute walk. There is a cinema I used to love but now they killed it, or so the street says. There is a street where my mother used to live since her grandfather worked for the railways. There is a courtyard I never entered in all my 40+ years living in Ljubljana but now I did.

After that I had barbecue lunch in “Portal” by the Ljubljanica river where a loud bunch of geese took me by surprise. They let them wonder around and all. Luckily for them, I didn’t see any goose on the menu.

The day ended in Škofljica, a small town south of Ljubljana, where we had our tarock tournament. I was reminded that playing live is nothing like playing online, and the outcome was not the best. But then I noticed a barn with curtains opposite the road and cheered up. How polite.

Towards the trains. The first dragon you see.

Ljubljana is the city of dragons. Dragon No. 2.

I clicked around at some doors.

Tall and a bit prison-like.

The look out. Ticket booths to the right, McDonald’s to the left.

Opposite: General and poet Rudolf Maister. And a bank.

Scooters, flowers and a Chinese restaurant.

The ad for my coffee and some sort of entrance.

The start of Resljeva St. “Southern Railways” says the sign. Maybe great-grandpa worked for them.

This wall says “peace to Ukraine.” In Cyrillic.

This street is full of grand entrances if you continue along.

I call him Tesla.

I turned into an unknown courtyard.

A couple of garages.

Cheerful.

This building reminded me of Rome.

The palm tree helped.

Big and old and never seen before.

I barely found an exit.

Next to the cinema I always loved.

Do not go gentle into City Cinema Kinodvor.

They didn’t let me peek into the hall. Showing: an Iranian film, Asteroid City, Down by Law.

They build a skyscraper next to it but it’s still alive.

Next: to lunch by the river with geese.

The view from the restaurant in Škofljica where our card tournament was held.

A barn with a curtain. Considerate.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities