longing for cobblestones

I live among the wide, wild forests of the north. Where nature has flourished undisturbed since the Earth was born. I can walk out into the woods and soon find myself in a place where perhaps no-one has ever set foot before.

And sometimes all I long for is a medieval castle. To walk on the cobblestones of a town inhabited since ancient times. Any place where  humans have lived for centuries. I want to feel a part of history, and not the history of nature.