Dubrovnik After Dark

Strolling the Stradun, Dubrovnik's main boulevard

I have arrived in Dubrovnik, as has everyone else with whom I am traveling this travel: the Sister, the Brother-in-Law, the Cousin, the Cousin's Husband, and the family friend from Bavarian Germany. They shall not be named since at least one of the above fears that if the internets learn that they are traveling in places on the other side of the globe, they will targeted by every cat burglar in the Keystone State. Which would be unfortunate, given that they are dog people.

It was a long day of flying to get here,  It took awhile, sitting in airplane seats that seemed designed specifically to maximize discomfort, but soon we were outside the Pile Gate, the western entrance in the walled city of Old Dubrovnik.

This is the former draw bridge that formerly went over the moat the encircled the city's walls.

Now it's just a dry ditch.  But it's nice to have the bridge still working, so you don't have to roll your bag into the ditch and then up out of the ditch. What did Dubrovnik tourists in ancient days, like 35 years ago, before the invention of wheeled luggage?  They suffered, that's what they did.

Time to stroll the Stradun on the way to supper. Street musicians were out busking in force.

As was the nearly full moon, shining over the Stradun.

We went looking for this one restaurant recommended by the apartment building we're staying in. (Three small apartments. Stacked on top of each other. Very "atmospheric," with "character," as the real estate people would say. Actually, we each have one of the three apartments and it's a great place to stay in the old city.)

Here's the Cousin by the Harbor.

And here is the Harbor by the Cousin:

The Harbor by the Cousin under the nearly-full moon.

Here is a picture of children after dark, climbing on statuary. After dark.

Then, giving up on the restaurant we were looking for, primarily because forgot it's name and it's very difficult to find a restaurant you've never been to before when you don't know it's name. So we dined at the nice, but priced-for-tourists Bistro Tavulin.

I of course had the octopus salad. Like the Baby Jesus in "Silent Night," the octopus was tender and mild. As was the medium rare pork.

Yes. Medium rare pork. I live life on the edge.

The hour was getting late. We all slept about as much as one can sleep in uncomfortable airplane sears. So it was time to return to the apartments for a good night's sleep.

Laku noć.