To the north of our village are the Carpathian
mountains hills. I find it fascinating that a few metres higher in elevation can make such a difference in the winter. Even though we live in an apartment, in five minutes we can be out in the oak and beech forest. Not that I get there on my own with the kids during the week, but it’s comforting to know that it’s possible. On the hill to the right there are remnants from a village from the Bronze Age, I kid you not. And on the hill after that, a castle.
The houses here are close together on long narrow parcels of land. Many people, particularly older people, have a large garden, chickens and maybe a pig. As land gets more expensive and people depend less on the land for sustenance, the back of the land parcels get sold for new houses.
Old style houses are long and narrow with smallish windows. I took this photo on the sly and then scurried away, worried that the owner would not appreciate me taking photos of his house. I suppose I could have explained what I was doing, but I doubt he would know what a blog is. “Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I take a photo because I think your house looks quaint?”