As I entered the old town, a row of houses appeared in front of me, just as I had entered rusty alley of a dark castle , but it was beautiful. The houses with triangle roofs extended to far, beyond the horizon of my eyes. As i walked trough these houses, i saw a fascinating curved entrance what called me even further. I could see church towers trying to reach the sky like little kids when they see the clouds. Streets of old town are all covered with cobble-stones, which fit perfectly in the style. When i reached the Raekoja square then i imagined a market with a lot of people who all stir around, just like 600 years ago. Pictures of these remain there forever.
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The Old Town holds so much history inside itself. All those people who have lived there, all the events that have happened – the old houses saw all of that and hold them like a precious memory. The roads, old and dusty, were once used by the people of the Middle Ages. Every building is so special, yet they are alike. Nowadays many tourists pass through the Old Town every day and many of them don’t even notice the beauty and mystery that it holds. I do not know if all the houses are used these days, but they certainly were many years ago. It feels strange to imagine that about 600 years ago some noble German man lived in a house that now stands empty and even forgotten. The walls are imbued by the noble’s presence and still have it. Some of those houses are as beautiful as houses in Italy or France, if not even better! If a person has some free time, he or she should definitely go for a walk in the Old Town, take a look at everything that is there and think a bit, what was once happening there. It is a fascinating activity.
The Old Town is all the time welcoming everybody with it’s middle-aged architecture. The houses are so close to each other as sardines in a can. It creates the feeling of being part of something old and valuable. The church bells are loudly announcing the time or beginning of a service. The bumpy cobble-stoned streets connect everything with the Town Hall Square. The waft of the Old Town carves out the feeling of home.
The towers of the churches stand out in the skyline like the spears of a few soldiers standing among fallen companions. The houses pressed together are an odd sight – all of different colour and shape; so different yet matching perfectly. The streets are quiet; only a few tourists walk around lazily, really seeing the things that local people often miss because they take them for granted. As a car drives by, one’s first reaction is: what is a motor vehicle doing in a medieval town?
Old Town is one of my favourite places in Tallinn. I love its narrow, but endless streets, which draw a wide spider’s web around the Town Hall Square. At nights, I see it as a maze, where the darkness of sky is lessened by the shine of stars and the warm light of street lanterns. The cobble stones, distinctive to our Old Town, are obstacles on my way, as they make clomp, but I still like them for their uniqueness. The wise eyes of Old Thomas, on the top of Town Hall, watch every step I take. He is the God of Old Town.
The old town of Tallinn is like a life-size model of a perfect fifteenth century town. Some of its streets are as wide as the widest of Boeing airplanes, and some streets are not even wide enough to drive on. The intricacy with which the houses that reside in this glorious part of town are built is as complex as the shape of the universe, yet somehow the overall sight is as comprehensible as the letter A to a literate adult.
An Old Town is a place for history. In it, is seen very many buildings which are quite old, but look like they are freshly built. Every house has its own story with different variations. They are almost like the storytellers and they all live together as people, sharing and mixing their stories. They are all from different backgrounds with their creators, but they all make together one whole. These creators are as the craftsmen shaping their masterpiece. So to say, every building in Old Town is very unique and old with its originality and appearance.
Everybody loves the Old Town as if it were something truly remarkable and home-like, but actually it’s not one of my favourite places, not heart-warming to me at all. For me, this place just seems like a huge commercial trick, concentrating on greedy foreigners (their groups really are as slow as turtles) and completely disowning the local people. Yes, the cobbled streets are pretty nice and the architecture is as great as my way of whining, but that’s about it. I simply don’t feel the medieval aura and the enivronment somehow makes me dizzy. Maybe I’m as blind as a bat and ignorant as an absent-minded child, but I just can’t jump for joy and see the amazingness of our Old Town. I’m actually quite sad thanks to it.
The houses in the Old Town are tightly packed, as sprats in a box, Estonians would say. The streets are narrow and make the city map look like a spiderweb. The various churches make it hard to believe that Estonia is the least religious country in the world, standing there as castles in the middle of the town.
Walking down the street, silently, only the cobbles below my feet. All the walls stand high, making me feel like a little ant. Towers standing here side by side as solid as father’s feet to a clambering five year-old. Suddenly chilly narrow by-street changes with a pleasant sunny square, over watched by weather vane Old Thomas, who seems as real as the tourists next to me.