Time is fast, you make it slow. Life is hard, you make it soft. This ancient university town may not have the hustle and bustle of the red and green, but it has the quietness of the small bridge and flowing water. Riding a bicycle and shuttled on the high and low stone roads. Listening to the bells of the church in the distance, watching the crowds at the open-air market, I feel that this is the small town I yearn for.