you don’t always get here through the wardrobe

Narva, Estonia.

A friend of mine thought the name was “Narnia.” When I first arrived here, I realized that he was right.

neighbors - Narva Castle in Estonia and Ivangorod in Russia

Glittery mounds of cool, white snow, tree-lined streets, old bastions and castle and lion and black-domed church…it made me want to turn around and see if the border I’d just crossed had actually been a wooden door and a rack of fur coats. Add the fact that I arrived on Christmas Eve, and it’s no wonder that I was instantly enchanted.

Now that I’ve lived here almost a full year, I know that the beauty of this border town transcends all seasons.

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