A Child Is a Festival to the City
There are cities that, just like people, always remain children. Their time gets older, streams away, but they constantly renew themselves from the inside. They adorn themselves with children’s smiles, turn every available space into a playground, paint their walls with dreams, invent a festival.
There are cities with various names. Only one is named Šibenik.
There are cities that we dream of, there are cities that become real for us.