Adriatic freedom
The cobbled limestone streets and calm walkways of the Croatian island of Hvar glimmer in the afternoon sun. It’s as if the limestone here is polished each morning before the next boat load of visitors meanders the narrow avenues, taking in the town’s typical Dalmatian architecture – a blend of Renaissance and early Baroque styles. Balconies fit for Juliet are crammed with flowery shrubs that spill down onto the awnings of the shops below, or dangle over the tables of eateries squeezed into nooks off the town’s complex network of passageways.
Life here is unflustered and slow – perhaps because everyone in Hvar has arrived by boat, many of which sit stern-to along the palm-tree-lined Obala Riva, the town’s marina. Many boats, that is, except for ours –
