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The name that sings


Out and about at the cafes / Ljubljana, Slovenia / May 2005

Today's temperature is 98 degrees. The hourly news on the radio repeatedly mentions a meeting in the friendly, walkable city with the name that sings — Ljubljana (loub-lee-yan-ah). I sit in the heat beneath the roar of my ceiling fan and recall Ljubljana's lively outdoor cafes next to the river Ljubljanica. The ice cream carts at Prešeren Square. The Robba fountain of the three rivers with its constant flow of water. There. I feel cooler already.


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