One of our first nights in Split, an older gentleman dressed in a trench-coat approached us on the cobbled streets of the city’s old town.
“May I help you with something?” he asked in polished English that was subtly embellished with a Croatian accent.
We explained that we were not lost, and that we were simply taking in the details around us – the marvelous hodgepodge of 1,700 years of architecture that makes Split so special.
The gentleman, who introduced himself as Ante, continued.
“May I show you a few things here,” he asked. “I have been writing a book on Diocletian’s Palace. Sadly, too many of the people who live here fly by all this history. They aren’t interested in it. They take it for granted”
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“If you want to see heaven on earth, come to Dubrovnik.” – George Bernard Shaw
Dubrovnik. The Croatian city’s name conjures images of forbidding city walls, fire red rooftops, buildings crafted out of white stone, and a graceful city perched above the vast Adriatic.
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During the early morning hours, the streets of Trogir belong to the city’s canine residents. The dogs (known as pas in Croatian) roam the network of narrow streets in the old town, going about their business in a carefree manner. Many are leash-less and solo, out for an adventure in the ancient town.
While out photographing last week, I rounded a corner and encountered this scruffy fellow. He paused, as if I’d just caught him in the midst of a mischievous act, posed for the camera, and then trotted over to say hi, before making his rounds in the neighborhood.
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During a recent jaunt to San Francisco, we were attempting to cross the street when a hurried driver came rushing into the crosswalk. In a scene out of a comic book, our hero stopped traffic — much to the chagrin of the motorist. :)
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A mustard-colored chair, with a sun-drenched model of the earth sitting on it, signified our arrival in Toronto’s Kensington neighborhood. For several hours, we strolled around the quirky district, admiring its multicultural qualities, fun characters and distinctive businesses. Our stroll was illuminated by a sapphire blue sky.
There were beds of happy daisies and hollyhocks,
cars befitting one with a green thumb,
bikers with flair and companions,
and fun architectural details on gingerbread homes and shops.
We spied churches and synagogues,
and moose on a balcony.
After criss-crossing the district on foot, we yearned to fill our bellies with a big, fat burrito. We went heavy on the spicy sauce, making our tongues sizzle as much as our bodies had under the hot, hot sun.
We returned to lanes bathed in late afternoon sunlight, and dotted with shadows and silhouettes.
A flame flickered in an old-fashioned lamp in front of the local fire station.
Before we knew it, it was time to hop back onto the metro and return to our home away from home.
Happy Canada Day Greetings, From Ottawa!
Even on the most overcast of days, Hoi An’s streets are replete with color.
Salespeople stand before crumbling, mustard-colored buildings, enticing the young — and the young at heart — with bunches of fluorescent balloons.
Nearby, market stalls overflow with vibrant-colored produce. There are miniature bananas, silk scarves of every hue, and blue and white dishes with abstract landscapes delicately painted on them.
Fluffy, ginger-colored dogs rest on the pavement, watching the world go by.
And handmade lanterns brighten the streets — by day and by night.
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