I visited one more time before the renovations began.
Millenium bridge, Montenegrin cliché… spiced a bit, however.
It’s shinning after the rain. Being between cold rocks and warm sun rays. A short journey, full of piece.
The smell of wet ground and thick humid air.
Old barracks of a now defunct army, decaying in Mediterranean beauty of Luštica bay.
Some sharp edges, a horse seat and the purity of a proper digital camera sensor.
Arza fortress, and the enchanting views from her eyes.
Sounds that make perfect silence. Life and healing.