Although this wasn’t a strictly cat museum, it did have an entire exhibit of old-timey photos of people with cats. I like seeing these roughneck soldiers with a fluffy little kitty on their lap. It shows that nobody can resist a lovable cat.
And, here I am playing silly with an ornate mahogany chest.
Our group was out exploring.
Taking someone’s photograph overseas requires courage and perseverance through the language barrier. Sometimes I can manage it, but other times I take the cowardly route and just snap a shot of the life around me. These were taken in various cities in and around the Istrian Peninsula of western Croatia.
It’s a beautiful land, green hills, blue water, fresh air and unpronounceable words.
In case you need to find the Ispovijed, it’s near the WC.
This dress lets you know where to look.
Breaking Bad is cool everywhere.
3 out of 4 women on cell phones.
The Franciscans enjoying a moment of mirth.
She tried to sell us that tablecloth for 10 euro.
The faithful lighting candles.
We got in two minutes before closing. Quiet, empty churches are just as interesting as the ones filled with worshipers.
People love a pope.
On a long day’s tour through the Istrian Peninsula of western Croatia, we stopped in for lunch after a swim in the cool, emerald waters of the Adriatic. Restaurant Najade (M. Tita 69) sits astride the tranquil almost imperceptibly moving water. Our first course was a nice risotto with a firm but chewy cephalopod.
Next, we ate the main course of crunchy calamari, head-on prawns and a dragonfish fillet.
The local white wine, Malvasia, had a well-balanced flavor to match the seafood, with an unbeatable view.
Our dessert, piling on top of way too much food, was soft chocolate crepe and a cherry pie.
Later in the night, when the food had settled and we were looking for a place to relax, I was thirsty and found a rather poor Croatian gelato to pair with the excellent and fun to say aloud beer, Ozujsko.
An ancient church rests on the lonely hill, looking out upon the blue waters of the Adriatic. Crumbling stucco houses among the slippery streets of worn away stones. Flowerpots falling over shuttered balconies and laundry hanging to dry in the afternoon sun. It’s the classic romance of a Mediterranean coastline. We arrived via ferry from Trieste, Italy and immediately found lovely apartment accommodation with some convenient bargaining in Italian. The beaches are more pavement and rock than soft sand, but the crystal water makes up for any lack of horizontal comfort. We made a family lunch with various meats and delicious Croatian beer.
We found a tiny little church from centuries ago.
Then a big family dinner of spaghetti and sausage with wine and beer before wandering around the night streets. We found a new gelato place called Chocolat, and they were literally giving away free gelato, and it was outstanding! On Sunday, we ate a delicious lunch beside the water.
We said goodbye to Rovigno, Croatia, and got back onto the speedy ferry to Trieste.