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On our way from Split to Dubrovnik, we transited through a slim strip of land that belongs to Bosnia and Herzegovina. The entire Dalmatian coast is gorgeous.
Windmills on the horizon.
An interesting old transformer.
Looking down from the bus at some gorgeous blue water.
The little town of Trojir is north of Split. Old town sits on a tiny island between the mainland and a larger island.
The narrow streets are fun to wander.
Kristen heading toward some impressive green doors.
A rather scholarly-looking gentleman.
Walking through the streets.
The little cathedral.
An old clock tower.
Along the west side of town. Long promenades extend in both directions.
The old fort on the north side of town.
Another old bastion of safety for the townsfolk. I suspect that there used to be city walls off the sides of this fortification but now there are soccer fields.
A big oil rig in a shipyard for repairs.
At one of the old city gates on the east side of town.
Kristen spies a couple of pizzas.
Kristen holding the walls apart.
Kristen and I hopped from the island of Vis to the island of Hvar on a series of ferries.
In Stari Grad, the main city on Hvar, we found some lunch.
Yachts and pleasure boats line the harbor in Stari Grad. This is a big party place and the wealthy love to come play here.
This island is much more busy than Vis.
The old church at the edge of the plaza.
Across the inner harbor.
Up a quiet side street.
Flowering plants a plenty!
Kristen looking at something interesting.
At the entrance to the old fortress.
Looking down on the harbor.
Entering the fortress.
Kristen has a fondness for pushing on things to hold them up.
A little chapel in the fortress.
Atop the fortress citadel.
Looking down on Stari Grad.
Kristen on the lookout for invaders.
She still hasn’t seen any yet.
More islands of Dalmatia in the distance.
Sunset over Hvar and Stari Grad.
After an excellent meal, we were relaxing in our room when we heard a beautiful two-part harmony aria drifting up from the street below. The son of the hotel’s owner was sitting on the front steps singing with one of his friends. It was an absolutely perfect way to end the day on Hvar.