Leaving the ship, I knew exactly the route to take into the city. Passing boats, walls and gates –

The first time I arrived here by ship we docked at the old harbor easily visible on the map below.

This time I captured a few pictures of the area

then thought about walking the wall,

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.

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.