I’m not real creative with the title for these photos. There is no grand theme it seems.
Maja Hrgovic writes in her short story Zlatka,
I lived near the train station in a neighborhood built many decades ago for the families of railroad workers and machinists. Like tombstones over grave mounds, hardened chimneys rose from parallel rows of elongated one-story buildings.
We stayed in this area for a week. The evenings reflected the history more vividly.
Fifty meters away we could leave this world by bus and tram. Both stops overlooked a grand Yugoslavian era boulevard reflecting the new Croatia with gardens and the National and University Library.
With weekly tram tickets we explored many different neighborhoods of Zagreb: Down to the Sava river which flows clear, up to upper town by funicular, through curvy streets and market.
Occasionally, interesting little experiences excited us.