The beautiful Dubrovnik leaves us strange. Ambiguous and uncertain. Park the bike outside the walls, up half the sidewalk outside the public toilets while the coaches come from Mejegorie tourists vomit or do not know where.
The room we booked through Expedia is on top of a dead: in Palmitovica ulica 20. There we go co n our bags.
It 's a people of God Almighty. The city is beautiful, perfectly reconstructed after the bombing of 1991.Perfetta, too perfect. There sentiamio uncomfortable. In the cathedral square are setting up a stage for a tennis match between John McEnroe and Goran Ivanisevic. Spain eliminates Germany 1 to 0.
The night is full of people and sounds.
But Dubrovnik, beneath a facade so crisp, festive, worldwide, still hides its wounds and its applications. The meet. Tomorrow.
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