The next block has a beautifully restored house in black, red and gold with the Hungarian word vendeglo (restaurant) over one lintel. However, the eatery installed here during the Second World War was considered little more than a disreputable boozer. Curiously the vendeglo sign has been left intact a reminder perhaps of how easily nations have appropriated Kosice in the past.
In 1941, Adolf Hitler dismembered Czechoslovakia and gave a large section of Slovakia to his Hungarian allies. They then started renaming everything all over again. However, Kosice was entirely Hungarian for only four years. In 1945, it fell to the Red Army and, three years later, Czechoslovakia became a Soviet satellite and its new collectivist bosses set about ringing Kosice with steel plants and ugly accommodation blocs for workers. Fortunately, they never got round to dynamiting the beautiful palaces on Hlavna where I am walking now, although that was certainly in the plans.
The money to rebuild ran out in the 1980s and then the regime itself ran out of time. That is why today you can still wander within the lines of Kosice's medieval city walls and enjoy an extravaganza of European architecture.
The carillon stops playing "Yesterday''. If I head north now I'll find the Levocsky Dom, a 15th-century caravanserai where traders from Levoca (90km north of Kosice) would board. Also the seminary endowed by a wealthy Kosice lady in 1652, where Pope John Paul II stayed in 1995 and a little wooden church from eastern Slovakia that's being rebuilt on a busy junction.
If I head south from here, I'll pass Carpano, the patisserie where the Hungarian novelist Sandor Marai met his future wife during an ice cream-eating competition, and also the birthplace of Bela Gerster, the Kosice engineer who designed the Panama Canal. There's the Csaky-Dessewffy Mansion, from where in 1918 the self-proclaimed Eastern Slovak Republic was run for 18 days, until Czech legions arrived to "encourage'' the recalcitrant citizens of Kosice to become part of Czechoslovakia.
Every building has a story, and most attest to the historic wealth of the people who traded here for centuries on Slovakia's volatile borders with Ukraine, Poland and Hungary. There is one anomaly. Caf Jalta looks exactly like what it is: a 1960s' slab of badly built Soviet concrete dumped on Hlavna. Happily, it's an architectural experiment that was never repeated.
In January, Kosice not only becomes European Capital of Culture, but it also celebrates the first 20 years of Slovakian independence. It's going to be a big year for this little city.
- INDEPENDENT