Tuesday, September 13th

After a delicious buffet breakfast in our hotel’s delightful dining room, we took a walk through town…..

stopping to buy a souvenir from two adorable young merchants (they drove a hard bargain…10 kunas for a polished shell, 5 kunas for one a little more “fresh”)….

then moving on to a museum dedicated to the local “batana” boat (each boat is handmade, it’s size determined by the size of the garage it’s built in)….

past a WWII pill box….

 and into the open-air market

(where we paused long enough for a beer and a taste of home-made medovina….who knew a few herbs and honey could be so smooth).

We finished our tour at the Church of St Euphemia…the huge church that towers over the town…..it’s named after the young saint who’s sarcophagus rests in a small chapel behind the altar.

After a light lunch at an outdoor  café overlooking the sea, it was time for us to get back in those divine waters.

The rocky beach terraces didn’t appeal to us so, on the advice of our waiter, we walked to the pebble beaches about 1/2 hour away.

We spent the afternoon swimming and sunning….then swimming and sunning some more.

As the early evening approached, we returned to the hotel….checking out our various dining options along the way.  The restaurants that lined the narrow streets were appealing, especially the one run by our hotel….with myriad flickering candles, fresh flowers and silver gracing each white-clothed table, it was definitely the most romantic…. but our mouths were watering for Puntulina’s seafood spaghetti, so off we went….again, with no reservations.

You learn a few things in six decades of life….one is how to flatter.  Craig approached the restaurant’s owner, telling her how much we had enjoyed our meal last night….the delicious food, the wonderful wine, the great service.  She smiled as he continued, “it would be so nice to have another meal here before we leave tomorrow.”  “But of course!” she cheerfully replied….and we were seated, once again, on the terrace overlooking the sea.  With the waves softly breaking below, we supped contentedly on salad, that wonderful seafood spaghetti and homemade desserts….a soft pastry filled with jam & sweet cheese and a dark chocolate ice cream with the subtle kick of black pepper.

“Ice-cream is exquisite – what a pity it isn’t illegal” ~ Voltaire


About Languedoc Lady

I'm a newly retired woman from California getting ready to spend a year (or more) with my husband living the good life in Languedoc in the southwest of France.
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