In the meantime I am in Cavtat, ten kilometres south. My hotel is comfortable but fairly monstrous, an ugly block perched on the seafront. But the view is wonderful - a deep looking sea, outcrops of land around the bay which pinch in like a lobster's claw. The town of Cavtat is beautiful and relatively unspoilt, save for a pair of enormous boats parked ostentatiously in the tiny harbour. Last night I walked in and watched a Dalmatian chorus group, their low, clear murmur making the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, mingling with the sound of water lapping at the harbour.
Today, alas, I go to work.
That's amazing! I didn't know Dalmatians could sing- mine don't :-(
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should get them some sheet music?!