I borrowed the huge keys and I got in, well, through the window. Twenty metres from the water of Boka Bay, a tailor’s house is sleeping, surrounded by tall stone walls and full of WWII tailoring magazines.
Haste, crowds, heritage, architecture.
Bicycles, wires, dust, heat… lots of footwear also. A short visit of a Montenegrin to Shkodër, with no occupational intent.