Koprivshtitsa: all the pretty houses

A breathing town of horse carts and old fellows gathered to breakfast on beers. Also happens to be a well-preserved oasis of cobbled streets and historic houses (of poets, revolutionaries, painters).

In Oleskov's House, a tax collector and (therefore) one of the town's wealthiest, the interiors were intact, down to the dancing lady of the house.

The women's room - alotted to gossip and spinning, the men's kitted with tea trays and caraffes. Communal rooms (mostly gender neutral) fitted with long couches, carpets layered over broad plank pine floors and linen curtains. Walls are painted in deep shades of red, ochre and royal blue and trimmed in chalky white frames. The ceilings are carved wood.

Alpine-Balkan, if I had to name.

Would I live in Koprivshtitsa?

A town the size of a matchbox where winter lasts 9 months?

In a bulgarian second.



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