The Streets of Piran, Slovenia
Piran, suffice to say, is honeymoon worthy. It is, in my opinion, the poster boy for southern Slovenian travel, or perhaps just Slovenia in general. Believe it or not, there is a lot to see in Slovenia, so it's easy to imagine that a town like this could get lost in the fray. Don't let that happen.
While Bri and I were there, it was as quiet as grandma's house. It made exploring this town a real joy because we simply did not run into anybody that did not happen to be a local resident, going about their daily rituals. For me, the treasure was getting as lost as possible with the understanding that with a town that has a population of less than 5000, you really cannot get too lost anyhow. Piran has been around since a few hundred years BC, and has changed hands several times from one European power to the next. And, take into account its vicinity to Italy and Croatia, and you find yourself in a town that is a true confluence of culture. In fact, it reminded me quite a bit of Croatia, and also further reminded me that Slovenia is a distinctly diverse country as far as tourism goes (population wise - yeah, it's homogenous). I kept having to pinch myself to recall this was the same Slovenia I had been in for the past week.
Much like my post in Granada, Nicaragua, which focused on the doors of the city to illustrate what I felt encapsulated the city, I will do much the same with Piran. However, in this case, I will focus on the alleyways. The joy I got from Piran was brought forth after taking left after left and right after right, swerving through the maze of streets and alleys, never knowing what the next turn would bring. Let's see if I can do the emotion I felt there a little justice.
