"Zdravets" (a type of geranium) is something that my grandmother would always hand me when I have a long way ahead, or a road to travel. Today was no exception.
It's funny, though, how as time passes, the 'content' of cities changes almost entirely - the faces, the places, even the colours of the flowers.. And after a while, you are no longer recognized, you are no longer part of this scenery. And that's fine. It's all temporary anyway. And that's the beauty of it.