Rumour has it that when a virgin walks across this bridge, the dragons wag their tails. When I walked across, they just frowned slightly.

I love things like this, and they are a rare thing nowadays.  Things are made to fulfil specific functions, to be on time and within budget.  Never mind that for so many years this bridge and its dragons have been bringing pleasure to so many people.

It was an unusual place Slovenia, beautiful but not without its sorrows.  It was as if the scent of the Eastern Block still hung over it.