The classic feel of the old city of photography in the beauty of the falling dusk appears in quiet beauty

Dusk fell slowly over the streets of the old city, like watercolors gently spilling into the evening sky. Clouds of light orange mixed with pale purple hang calmly above the rows of classic houses that stand close together on the side of the road.

The street lights started to turn on one after another, while the black asphalt reflected the remaining light of the sun that had not yet completely left. The city is not busy, but that's where its beauty grows, quietly like an old song coming back to an old radio.

At the corner of the street, several cars passed slowly as if reluctant to disturb the tranquility of the twilight. Houses with high roofs and small balconies look like time keepers who faithfully store stories for many years.