Dainty Towns: Ahlbeck, Germany.

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Here is the second time I go to a dainty, quiet town and slowly fall in love. Last July, on a trip to the north-west coast of Poland, we happened to stay at a town near the border of Germany called Ahlbeck. Isn’t this such an inscrutable name? I hold so much respect for towns which are named so royally. So, literally speaking, we crossed the border as casually as taking a stroll by the beach. It was a beautiful experience, and that’s why I want to document all of those magical, mystical vibes in dearest Ahlbeck.

 So Ahlbeck lies on the coast of the Baltic sea, touching Polish grounds immeasurably. One moment you're there and a few steps later, you're in Swinoujcie. Around this moment of transition, there's a merge of German and Polish words in the air, so it's really difficult to know where you are. I love that, actually. So, when we decided to visit Ahlbeck, we walked along the coast to this spectacular view.
What mesmerised me is how the German coasts might be a little different from the Polish ones. This distinction can be figured out merely from the sand castles! It seems that German children are trained from their young age to be creative architects for I found some stunning sculptures of mermaids, castles and even cars. They were so real and wonderful while on the Polish coasts, you'd find normal tiny castles.




The next day, we were so inspired so we decided to imitate that artistry and built that wonderful pyramid together.


Okay, so to get to the city, we climbed up some stairs and walked along a bridge. There were some seagulls and people strolling lovingly together. I found it really beautiful to just observe people and how they interact with each other. The atmosphere was positive and friendly, entirely conflict-free.



Then, we walked to the city! It was such a dainty, quaint and romantic space. I don't think I am going to rant too much, you can see it for yourself in the pictures.









I found the architecture and abundance of pastel yellow really calming and pleasing. We strolled around and heard talented people playing music on the streets, even such challenging pieces like Czardas on the violin and Tchaikovsky. There were some country players, too, jamming with some Tennessee-like accent. It was funny, and as usual, my sister and I danced a waltz with the violin in our ears, occasionally receiving smiles from strangers and the music-players themselves. It was magically beautiful.

I also took some pictures of restaurants that were particularly aesthetic. I enjoy observing that.



And you might be wondering why I don't post any pictures of myself. It's just that, I am the one taking pictures plus, even if I do have some, I am in this half-smiling state with my feet in an awkward position. I am terrible at posing and awfully photogenic, haha. I don't mind. I am more concerned with capturing the beauty of the world instead of taking pictures of myself.

So, that's it! I hope you liked this post. Let me know if you enjoy reading those travel experiences so that I work on enriching them even further. Thank you for reading and have a beautiful day, dearest ones. :)

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