The narrow, winding back alleys of Dubrovnik are where life happens. Running dogs, singing children, rug beating, laundry hanging, tears in your beer, despair in your heart. These steps have stood for more than a thousand years. No time to stop and reflect. I wonder if I will ever stand in this spot again.
I like to think I am not afraid of monsters anymore – but deep inside, I think I still am – but my little corner of the world is not monster friendly. Old medieval European towns, on the other hand, are full of dark, narrow alleys, leading to wonderful places…but they are lined with darkened,Continue reading “Sneaking down the alley”