Wine Cellars along one of the countless paths to and around the Bisamberg. Love their beauty in decay and that as time goes by they seem to become one with the nature they are built into.
Rusted door knobs and handles, peeled paint, ivy claiming back its territory...
Wine treasures locked behind painted doors.
Feeling embedded in the constant humming of the busy bumblebees, birds song and the gentle whisper of the wind that played the ivy like a violin, we walked and let our spirits wander too.
We will return to this lovely place soon, trying to escape the hectic life of the city.