Inside the cathedral three women chanted a prayer over and over again below the statue of saint Mary. At the market square the same man as last night played the bagpipe and the atmosphere was relaxed, but yet something old and heavy was still there subconsciously.
I think the sadness came from the broken buildings, the bricks that has fallen off and the facades that hasn’t been polished since long.
There was something heavy lingering in the atmosphere, but that can be a feeling within me since yesterday when I during three hours met three people all going through difficult breakups at this very moment.
The town is old, but in a different way than Edinburgh. The past feel closer. As if it’s still alive inside the people.