Quiet & Quaint.

Strolling along the cobblestone while taking in the grain of the landscape and the calm of the medieval city streets, the steady knock of my boots against the cold, hard stone interspersed with the click of my camera's shutter were the only sounds around. It was quiet-- oh so very quiet-- as though these beautiful little towns were still settled within their winter's slumber. But I didn't mind. Not one bit.

Around every corner and through every little passageway; sitting on the windowsills and lingering in the doorways-- there was a subtle, quiet quaintness to be found. Refreshingly peaceful at the time, the charm of it all still lingers.