Dubrovnik Diaries – Through the Gate
I’m not giving in to the hype. I’ve seen white stone before. I’ve seen the orange rooftops. I’ve seen walls. I’ve seen the Adriatic. I won’t be swayed by Dubrovnik. I’ll be objective – see all her short comings, and call her out on every single one. I won’t be swayed by Dubrovnik.
Oh well. From my first glimpse of the town through the airport shuttle – the old walls gently draped around the town’s shoulder, the boats, looking like playthings from that distance, sitting in neat rows in the marina, and the water, a sharp blue expanse that met the sky somewhere along the way – to the minute I walked through the Pile Gate, past the street artists sitting at the corner selling local silhouettes, and the UNESCO board with a map pinpointing shrapnel damage suffered during the war, into the old town, I knew being ‘objective’ was out of the question. These white stones were different.
Lovely piece…I can imagine all of this happening…bootiful word pictures Nehoo
Thanks Kits!
You got me, too. Sigh!
What can I say, it’s a brilliant place …
Lovely tight post. Dubrovnik has been calling me for awhile now and I just may answer her this summer. We shall see.
Thanks Lola! Keep me posted of your plans …
Ha ha! How we were disappointed that Dubrovnik had to be cut out from itinerary… I loved Croatia, more than I thought I would. I want to come back!!!
otherwise, trust India was a wonderful trip – are u back home?
BTW, gorgeous pic- love the water…
I hope you get to … also, my India trip was great … it usually is, what with all the food and all
Ugh, totally been there. Try as you might, some places floor you not matter what you do…
god, i really need to get my ass to croatia.
Do!