Europe's oldest cities in Music City Plovdiv
Plovdiv is one of the oldest cities in Europe, Rome, Athens and Constantinople, only it's the younger generation. We have been thinking, those living in the old building, there will be what kind of life, snatch half a day in the gap of time gear is soon on the passage of time. Time the power is undoubtedly a strong, strong enough to let this small town of 6,000 years, earth-shaking, and then there will be some quietly, stubbornly continued down.
That evening, we sat on a small hill in Plovdiv wait for the sunset, a small town, like a playing a tired child, hidden in the twilight of half-open, heavy, such as Sleeping. Eyes, laughing young man holding the guitar, muttered mutual nestling lovers, how many times together watched the sunrise and sunset looked old people, obviously, this old town, the locals far more than tourists. They smiled and talked.
Roman amphitheater in the foothills of the far spread the music of bagpipes echoed in the valley between melodious. Sound fresh and tactfully hidden years, could not help but have turned out to. Since the 2nd century AD, Roman Emperor Trajan built this ancient theater where the performance did not stop, opera, dance, and even Verdi in the summer music festival (VerdiFestival) in the ancient theater staged.
Bid farewell to the setting sun, one foot deep shallow foot to go down the mountain, the old town streets, but also narrow and tortuous, this is not the stone road, nor is gravel, large and small stones, like the temperament of the general ups and downs on the road , this city of Bulgaria, music, and even the city's road, so the thousand turn back uphold distant moving.
Thick darkness of the ancient city, four quiet, the sound of footsteps and breathing, are easily submerged in the night, such a pure background, a handful of tourists, the country in the Balkans, like a corner forgotten by the times, though, it is the world's oldest cities, but are willing to through thousands of miles and time scattered people come to see it, not many.
Lanes on both sides of the house, more than two or three upstairs prominent part, dark wood slanting support on the walls is the same dark wooden window frames, everything is so beautiful to forbear, but why there enchanting patterns, and subtle fragrance floats rose, come and go between the wall door, vaguely alley depths came the faint sound of music, not marginal, in fact, we do not distinguish is not clear that this is coming out from where It seems that the source of the music is not the only twelve.
We follow the latest music away, is a most typical old building of Plovdiv, the color of calm, but could not conceal the charm of the sultry. Straight Leng Leng dim light shining little signs, shocking a restaurant, after the signs, the old silent old house, the street lamps illuminate the reflection, to reconcile the music coming out of the deep courtyard, suddenly becomes became the Smart and the vagaries of color, and can draw a happy tone.
Entered the small door of a green linger, which is actually a big courtyard, Huayin frame hem several sets of tables and chairs, waiting for a meal, only a couple.
The innermost of the courtyard is the combination of a two woman band. Pianist, there is no trace of impurities of white hair, a violinist, a vitality of red and gold, are very full of color, Perhaps this is the music burst out of passion - although, we come before the audience, but the pair The couple, but the music is still so dedicated and affectionate.
One just ending, the music paused, ringing in Verdi's "Attila," where a "white clouds floating away, we dream that the ancient Roman theater, listening to a field of Verdi's "Attila," but did not expect to actually meet in the such alley depths restaurant.
However, we still have a bit surprised the iron heel of Attila the Hun was relentless tread of the city of Plovdiv, and that a pride of Plovdiv - the ruins of the ancient Roman theater, how much is when Attila The soldiers caused. What the musicians of the old town, is also willing to played this song Attila aria in such a night?
White-haired pianist, holding a glass of water, came to rest, in the face of our questions, smiled, and I just love this song, good music, people can forget everything, grief, sadness and anger of; can also make all meaningful, love, laughter and happiness.
, Trajan go, Attila away, the history of the situation once, have quietly faded, only one other, some of them are still vividly present in the life of the Old City. Mozart, Chopin, Dvorak, is not disappearing figure is not far for the symbol in the memory, but to sit down and gently around us, whispers, and you talk to an acquaintance.
Pianist and violinist, and slightly in the eye a bit, the music changed again, this time, Mozart, a Young their hands, like a baton, stir scattered songs, those melodies along the night circled gently collide floated from the distant history, but also migrating to the distant future, as if an angel passing, as gently hold each passing lonely soul, when all people tired people weakness, only the music, let us recall the first initial.
The music is beautiful, Einstein said: dead means not hear the music of Mozart; Old Town alley, we feel the music, close, close enough to your fingertips.
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