Trogir

Friday 27 September

Pronounced Tro-gear apparently. I have been saying Tro-jeer.

We are sitting in a waterside bar here at Trogir watching boats go by and the occasional plane fly low as it approaches the Split airport which is only 6 kms away. We arrived here late morning to drop off our car having left at a leisurely time from Skradin after one last walk via the nice trg and the marina.

Then checked out the bullet holes that peppered the buildings around our hotel (evidence of the political realities in this area in the 1990s).

And drove the quite pleasant 60 kms to arrive in Trogir with a market in full swing, the place teeming with people and the Old Town impossible to manoeuvre around by car; so we beat a hasty retreat to a parking lot and walked (not far) to our very pleasant B&B right behind the main piazza (=trg in these parts) and church (I wonder if the bell rings every hour throughout the night?) - and after fortifying ourselves with a coffee and a sit-down to look at some of the views of the place, we drove to the nearby airport to leave the car. Caught the bus back (much to the chagrin of the taxi drivers who flocked to get our trade).

Hmmm - just got suckered into buying a linen embroidered tablecloth from a passing merchant. Oh well, it WAS on my list!

My Friend meanwhile has perked up from wanting an afternoon sleep by being entertained by the harbour master who is riding his bicycle back and forth urgently chasing off any boats that are not supposed to dock here. It's hilarious.

So, Trogir? Another very attractive port with a medieval maze of twisty marble-stoned lanes typical of these port towns; it is actually an island wedged between the mainland and a bigger island connected by bridges. We watched school boys play on a soccer field squeezed between the imposing watchtowers of the fort.

Then had a time-out having a drink and watching the ‘goings on’ at the port - which turned out to be a good thing: as time went on, more and more boats came in and the place was positively buzzing with activity. Also the harsh light softened and we walked around taking some nice shots.

It's Friday night and there are bands playing everywhere. We had dinner at the restaurant attached to our B&B & then a band started up at the bar next to that - all of whch is under our bedroom window! Fortunately "our" band - one guy on guitar with a wonderful voice and the other on drums - are GREAT, so should be nice going to sleep with them accompanying the zzzzzz.... s! Or not ....