The exterior

of one of the fanciest hotels in former Yugoslavia,

and the interior, one of its many hallways.

My first experience

of olive picking, no time for taking photographs, there are tons of them out there.

Before it closed

I had to go to the exhibition once more, just to check if love can really be that simple (who knows, I might get smitten by amour simple one of these days).

The space

 always seems to be bursting at the seems with great energy whenever I see this band.

and the bass player seems to like this photo (which surely can't be bad).

The movement

was slow, but time flied by.

The artist's defying look

in front of the policemen in the background

and the longing gaze of the dancer.

Their luggage (and some equipment)

got lost somewhere in the underworld of the Paris airport, apparently they had an argument before the show (or at least that is the word on the streets) and still they managed to pull of a great concert (albeit it started rather late).

I thought

it would be more of a performance, but it turned out to be more of a concert.

The singer

in the first band,  

the singer in the second band,

and one of the guest singers of the night. 

A rather disappointingly

short performance by the headliners, who brought the crowd in, but as soon as they stepped through the door, they said goodnight all, thanx for coming, see you next month (I know you should leave the crowd wanting for more, but still, if I can sing the entire playlist during a quick morning shower, you really haven't done your job).

Luckily, the band that preceded them made a large group of people dance, which certainly made them the stars of the night in my eyes.

If I was still

capable of falling in love

I would have fallen yesterday 

then I would have picked myself up and I would stand on top of the world

 and raise my hands with joy

of course, there would be a moment during which I would have to hide my face (I am shy, as you know)

but in the end I would celebrate a great night.

(just trying to tell you how good the concert was in a bit roundabout way)

My favourite

was the piano player with his quirky playing style, but as I couldn't really get a good angle on him, you will have to make do with the double bass player.

It was

 a nice and interesting double bill

that I thoroughly enjoyed but had to cut a bit short (unfortunately).

Synesthesia

I might not be a synesthete, but I know that when I see dance I have to photograph it.

Both singers

(from the two bands I saw this night) took a break from singing and looked back on their bands.

 And the kid

Battleme

Romuald Sourisse

explaining how it is all done.

I thought

we would take it from the top, but I have a funny feeling we started somewhere in the middle.

I bet she

was standing up there wondering: Where is this famous Ljubljana audience?

At the first exhibition

I saw some graffiti drawing Legos 

 at the second exhibition someone almost stole my heart.

I missed almost the entire concert of the first band, but from what I saw they had a wild drummer

 while the second band I enjoyed until the very end, and then some more.

After spending

the morning translating a comic, I photographed people reading one in the evening.

Virginia

might have taken me to the lighthouse

but underneath the lighthouse I stopped and asked you to come swim with me in the warm blue sea.

Come

walk with me as the sun bids the moon goodnight.