We ended up in Melnik passing from Kavala (Greece) to Odessa. It was a gift for the time wasted in supermarkets and road stops.
The first impression is a fairy tale. The river, bridges, small houses of the original construction, and the background in the background is just super. At the foot of the Pirin Mountains, the sandy-chalk cliffs are amazingly beautiful. Melnik is located in a gorge and from everywhere bizarre yellow pyramids and cliffs rise above the tiled roofs.
Melnik is the smallest town in the country with a population of only 390 people. The time of foundation of Melnik is unknown. The first mention refers to the XI century. The city got its name from the steep chalk cliffs. At the beginning of the 20th century, 5 thousand people lived in the city, mostly Greeks. From time immemorial, they have grown grapes and made wine on this sunny land.
From dark, almost black bunches of the same name variety "melnik" they produced red, thick and tart wine. It is made in Melnik even now, without deviating from traditions. But the Greeks were evicted from the prosperous wine paradise at the beginning of the last century. The Greek population was forced to leave the city after the Inter-Allied War of 1913, cross the border and settle in the nearby towns of Sidirokastro and Serres. This is a museum city. Mecca for tourists and lovers of wine tasting. The stone bridge over the river was built by the Romans!
I took the city as some kind of warm, friendly village . . This is not at all because wine was tasted in almost every house, this feeling arose before the tasting.
There is even wine made from figs. I was looking for Sauvignon, but it interferes with Cabernet, and as a result, I really liked the refectory white produced by Vinarska Izba-Logodage. It even has a name, the owner wrote it to me by hand - Keratsuda.
It should not be drunk, but savored in order to feel it, which I did while shortening the long road to Odessa.
And this is a local product, not intrusive and pleasant.
Cafes are small and cozy. Just for the rest of the traveler.
They also have a national hero, the monument stands in the center. Handsome Bulgarian.
We passed only part of the town, we wanted to stay there, to see the other half of the village, but only an hour was allotted by our bus managers. They liked supermarkets more, where they stayed for 1.5 and 2.5 hours. Well, to each his own.
The first impression is a fairy tale. The river, bridges, small houses of the original construction, and the background in the background is just super. At the foot of the Pirin Mountains, the sandy-chalk cliffs are amazingly beautiful. Melnik is located in a gorge and from everywhere bizarre yellow pyramids and cliffs rise above the tiled roofs.
Melnik is the smallest town in the country with a population of only 390 people. The time of foundation of Melnik is unknown. The first mention refers to the XI century. The city got its name from the steep chalk cliffs. At the beginning of the 20th century, 5 thousand people lived in the city, mostly Greeks. From time immemorial, they have grown grapes and made wine on this sunny land.
From dark, almost black bunches of the same name variety "melnik" they produced red, thick and tart wine. It is made in Melnik even now, without deviating from traditions. But the Greeks were evicted from the prosperous wine paradise at the beginning of the last century. The Greek population was forced to leave the city after the Inter-Allied War of 1913, cross the border and settle in the nearby towns of Sidirokastro and Serres. This is a museum city. Mecca for tourists and lovers of wine tasting. The stone bridge over the river was built by the Romans!
I took the city as some kind of warm, friendly village . . This is not at all because wine was tasted in almost every house, this feeling arose before the tasting.
There is even wine made from figs. I was looking for Sauvignon, but it interferes with Cabernet, and as a result, I really liked the refectory white produced by Vinarska Izba-Logodage. It even has a name, the owner wrote it to me by hand - Keratsuda.
It should not be drunk, but savored in order to feel it, which I did while shortening the long road to Odessa.
And this is a local product, not intrusive and pleasant.
Cafes are small and cozy. Just for the rest of the traveler.
They also have a national hero, the monument stands in the center. Handsome Bulgarian.
We passed only part of the town, we wanted to stay there, to see the other half of the village, but only an hour was allotted by our bus managers. They liked supermarkets more, where they stayed for 1.5 and 2.5 hours. Well, to each his own.
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