Pic and a Word #146: Clouds in my city

Greetings from Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. The sky is changing all the time, which is how we like it. This way it is neither too hot nor too gloomy.

First the poem of how I knew I was no longer in Tuscany.

Clouds in my city

I saw the sky first.
I watched it suspiciously for a while
and then asked uncle:

“Ma… the sky here,
is it always like this?
Anything but blue?”

While he was nodding
I internally ascertained
that my wardrobe is lacking substance.

As if it heard me
the sky went from that to this
in a few days

and thoughtfully
left in specks of white
for all the photographers.

And now a selection of Ljubljana views with prominent sky which yesterday was especially changeling = challenging = changing.

This is how we left Tuscany. Alert to the furry passenger.

…and ended up covered like this: near Žale Cemetery in Ljubljana.

And this was all yesterday afternoon: first, my bus stop.

A hotel called “Bureaucrat”. 4 stars. I don’t know…

Miklošičeva St.

Vurnik house, or the Cooperative Business Bank building.

Cooperative Union of Slovenia.

By the Ljubljanica river: the friend goes well with these Old Ljubljana buildings.

Cobblers’ Bridge on the Ljubljanica river.

Clouds in my river.

Robba Fountain and Ljubljana Cathedral.

The first Slovenian poet, Valentin Vodnik. Vodnik can also mean “guide”.

The dragons on the Dragon Bridge.

Trubarjeva St.

Tabor. A little Schönbrunn.

The Church of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the only Gothic church in the city.

Our street with clouds and mom, priceless.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #146: Clouds