From Foundations to Folklore
In one old quarter, a barista points to a column where voices echo twice at dusk. Regulars swear the dome hums after rain, as if the stone remembers footsteps. Listen next time; stories brew alongside espresso.
From Foundations to Folklore
A municipal hall preserves rolled plans signed by engineers who argued over staircase widths and daylight angles. Wars reshaped borders, but the stair still turns as drawn. Buildings keep promises longer than politics; share the oldest plan you have seen.