Days of yore

Afternoon at an open-air museum.

Back in the day, life was simpler in many ways. The touch of a human hand is seen everywhere: on the timber of the walls, on the wooden dishes on the table. 

I'm not saying that we should go back to those days, nor that it was an easy life, but it's a refreshing breeze from the past. The buildings whisper about slowing down in life and living a communal life.

Who wouldn't want that?