The old cobblestone road from the 17th century shines towards us in all its glory.

The ancient 17th-century cobblestone road lies like an undulating carpet of history, polished by the passage of time and countless feet that have passed through this gate. The warm glow of the evening light casts long shadows across the worn stones, as if whispering of centuries of life, soldiers, merchants and townspeople who have trodden the same path.
 Through the arched stone gate, the landscape opens up to the winding bridge, an architectural masterpiece from a time when fortifications were the protectors of the city. The woodwork of the bridge bears traces of the defense mechanisms of the past, ready to be raised to protect the city behind it. The moat below reflects the dark sky, creating an evocative frame around this historic entrance.
 This is more than just a road; it is a portal between eras. The past is present in every crack, in every step taken on the uneven stones. Here, in the midst of history’s pulse, the old light of lamps meets the magical hour of twilight. A road that once led to a mighty fortress city still shines upon us in all its glory – a reminder that history never disappears, it lives in the stones we walk on.