“There was a railroad running through it, a maze of narrow roads extending up from the valley floor and into the verdant hills. The houses were average-sized, and most were yellow or white or peach. The rooftops were brick red; the church steeples were green copper. By the river stood a large sculpture of a shoe—a possible Cinderella reference and nod to Melania’s journey to the White House? No, Sevnica was home to a large shoe factory.” In The New Yorker, the excellent Vendela Vida reflects on that time she took her family on a detour through Slovenia: Searching for Melania Trump’s Childhood Home.