For typical Mediterranean places as Dubrovnik, the cart has
always been the main transport through the narrow streets. It carried big
stuff,small things,sometimes even kids or people...the cart's done its job fair
to its very end. And man's got old with the cart and been looking forward to
it. In a stone street, just next to the old door,having break to next
transport...
In memory to my Dad and his own made wooden boat for my Mom
and him back in sixties. Despite everyone praises own age, some things will
never be the same again...
Tipical phenomenon in the Mediterranean places is the afternoon
break with full belly of fresh fish and wet throat of domestic wine. Hm, maybe
only fresh fish...
Some 30 years ago there were only a few restaurants and
today nobody can count them. Although almost every of them is in a hurry to
earn some fast money, this one has something else. Maybe that's the reason why
nobody's in it...
Old houses with columns without purpose and ivy on the walls
are just a shady reflection of the former glow of my hometown, its gardens and
terraces, its paths and small streets, its playful children and their relaxed
parents...
This type of green has always been the colour of my hometown.
Shutters were green, fences were green, gates were green, front doors,back
doors...so this type of green everybody used to call Dubrovnik-green. Today only
this fence at Boninovo is still green...
Green for windows and doors, orange for roofing tiles. Orange
has still been resisting...
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