Bratislava Sounds

Spoking tiled lane old part of the city, intersecting trolley rails, flickering leaves fronting domed building spire backdrop. Its own hilltop castle, we’ll tomorrow visit via steep streets curling ’round and affording better and better views. Ending today we stop to listen to folk music in a square, a stage, seven rows of folding chairs, the shining smiling exuberant old crowd clapping singing sweeping us along in the pour of the mood of collective smiles.