And then I went on one of my usual rambles through side street upon side street, leading me to some poorer regions, later back into town. The houses in town are often neglected, but some are reminiscent of a better age (late 19th, early 20th century I would guess).

Near the monument for the 40 there is a modern looking mosque. Near it was a region where some gypsies lived, and like so often I was warned not to go there. But I had already been there, and spoken with some of them.