She became a bird. She could not take her eyes off the walls of the castle witnessing the history while flying over the small stream flowing in the middle of the city. As the time passed, she kept company with the Clock Tower by the city scenery. She had heard it previously. It was Kastamonu which is the city of Sultan's sons and Muslim saints. Was not Sheikh Shaban-i Veli who said, "Your arrival is happily, your departure is happily, all your works happily"?. She was attracted by the eye-pleasing harmony of the mosques. She inhaled the smell of history while passing by the streets that gained meaning with the mansions. She greeted Şerife Bacı Statue integrated with the city with gratitude. She visited the social complexes, hans and covered bazaars. The awe-inspiring sound of azan coming from Nasrullah Mosque was embracing the city. The cool wind coming from Ilgaz Mountain stroked her face. She walked across Nasrullah bridge accompanied by the sound of water. Something attracted her attention while identifying the city. What was the thing that revived the past that much? Despite the passing years, how the buildings were still on a fascinating location like the first day? She smiled when the answer appeared on her mind. "Wooden" she said. Kastamonu was living with people, remained alive with them and made a notch to the previous day.