Leaving the ship, I knew exactly the route to take into the city. Passing boats, walls and gates –
the Karaka along the harbor
typical entry
The first time I arrived here by ship we docked at the old harbor easily visible on the map below.
the old map
This time I captured a few pictures of the area
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- the inner harbor
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- looking out to sea
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- side wall
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- and fronting buildings
then thought about walking the wall,
lined up in a row
but there were so many people following along like ducklings that I went prowling stairs and alleys instead
before heading back toward the ship looking at the old fortress.
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- view down
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- Fortress
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- Fortress
And didn’t take the “Game of Thrones Tour” this time either.
On the way home – I was overmatched. The middle aged Croatian matron sensibly dressed in dark stockings, sturdy shoes, skirt and armed with two large shopping bags should be able to easily stand her ground against any Greek, Turkish or Italian counterpart. She owns the sidewalk; stepping smartly although not fashionably down the middle without concern. Even teenagers engrossed in texting on their phones seem to give way without a murmur of protest. A tourist like me is no match. I certainly wasn’t going to contest ownership of pedestrian right of way. Instead, choosing to step into the road seemed to be the lessor hazard.
