Phew! Dubrovnik is hot. It teems with so many tourists. It”s like a Disneyland.
My room in the little 3-Star Hotel Stari-grad within the walls of the old city is quaint but I didn”t feel that way last night lugging a 26kg suitcase up four flights of steps to my room. Not only for my knees, but I was tired after a 21-hour, door to door marathon on three flights from Beijing to Dubrovnik. And, after all that, I didn”t get to fly on the new Lufthansa A380. It now starts only next week.
| Only seagulls for company, on the roof of the hotel sipping my orange juice at breakfast |
All is forgiven now, however . . .
lazing over breakfast up on the roof with my own personal view of the tiled roofs and walls of this old city . . .
taking the shade of the less crowded side alleyways at lunchtime loving the smells of the fish grilling, pizza cooking, onions frying . . . .
wandering through the markets tempted by the tables of plump grapes, rosy-cheeked apricots, striped purple figs, and flowers from the back garden.
| Morning markets in Dubrovnik |
Everything looks quaint 🙂