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!