Skofja Loka Castle & Museum Review

[Time Capsule] In the old time in Slovenia, a cup of coffee, an ancient city, an afternoon that no one knows, the spring sun is shining, inadvertently falling asleep, and accidentally waking up. Life always needs such idleness, let hard and soft, let the boil calm, let the speed slow, even if you are a story, don't rush to promote, slow to be liked. In the fleeting dream, the vines crawled over the face, the wings covered the church, and the last iron locks sealed the song. Who will come?