World cycling championship

Back in the old town we stumbled across the opening ceremony, in English, for some World Cycling Championship. The speaker proudly claimed Slovenia as one of the cycling capitals of the world and until now, although I'd read cycling was big here and we had seen many cyclists, I hadn't quite realised just how crazy Slovenians are about cycling. It was a small ceremony and we didn't stay so long but we hung around enough to see all the nations in line, I assume, with representatives and perhaps not the actual racers. It was an unusual thing to suddenly stumble across but it was the shape of things to come for our last evening. Ljubljana had suddenly come alive as the sun set. It made quite a stark contrast from the first night we arrived in a deserted Ljubljana with rain and a drunk falling over in the main square.