Very beautiful pictures that remind me of Moldova. I miss the sheep cheese. When you come to the market, to the department where they sell cheeses, you can try several dozen varieties and choose the best. Once, I ended up in one village, where in every house, almost in every house, sheep cheese was cooked. In each cellar stood a lot of barrels with different varieties and different exposure. I spent the day, they did not let me go, they took me from house to house until I tried all the cheeses and chose for myself.)) Unfortunately, the horns of the sheep, only for mating games, to clarify the relationship between the males. They are defenseless, even with horns. Thank you my Dear friend @Siggjo, for refreshing the good moments of my stay in Moldova in my memory. Good night to you!