Dubrovnik Quotes

He has spent weeks on the pristine, frosty shore of Lake Baikal in Siberia. He has drunk himself stupid in the fairy-tale blood brothels of old Dubrovnik, lounged in red-smoke dens in Laos, enjoyed the New York blackout of 1977, and more recently, feasted on Vegas showgirls in the Dean Martin suite at the Bellagio. He has watched Hindu abstainers wash away their sins in the Ganges, danced a midnight tango on a boulevard in Buenos Aires, and bitten into a faux geisha under the shade of a shogun pavilion in Kyoto.

Dubrovnik, Croatia Dubrovnik’s old architecture, all wrapped within its ancient stone walls, have made this city a World Heritage Site. It’s an old sea port that sits above the Adriatic Sea. Its background, from medieval times was trade between the east and Europe and the city rivalled Venice for its reach and connections. Today, however, the principle economy is based on tourism. The old town is a warren of narrow, cobbled streets, sometimes steep, but pedestrianised which makes it easy to walk. However, be careful – signs do not always point to where they say they are going – many of them are old and the hotels, restaurants, bus stations have moved. The City Walls might look familiar to fans of Game of Thrones – many scenes were filmed here and there are Game of Thrones tours to visit the film’s settings. The area suffered a devastating earthquake in the 17th century, therefore much of the original architecture did not survive. The Sponza Palace, near the Bell Tower, is one of the few Gothic buildings left in the city. The Stradun is the main street in the Old Town – restaurants, shops and bars all pour out onto here. It’s lively, especially towards the end of the day. Don’t forget that the city’s location on the coast means that it also has beautiful beaches. Lapad Beach is two miles outside of town, and has a chilled atmosphere. Banje Beach is closer to the old town. It has an entrance fee and is livelier. One of the reasons Dubrovnok appeals to solo travellers is because it has a low crime rate. In addition, its cobbled streets and artistic shops all make browsing easy.

Talk turned to current affairs. When the Bush-Gore election came up, Michael noted, “We discovered that to the credit of Gore he said his favourite book was Le Rouge et Le Noir.” Stendhal was one of Michael’s all-time favourites. “That settled things for Michael,” I said. “Yes,” he quickly agreed. “How’s Plymouth Argyle doing Michael?” Peter asked. “It’s dreadful. We’ve had the worst beginning of a season for years,” Michael replied, dropping his voice in disgust. “So we don’t need to press that subject.” We all laughed. Michael started to rise with his usual stagger. “Are you all right, Michael?” Emma asked. “Just let people help you,” Celine suggested. “I know,” Michael said. “You must do it,” Celine insisted. “You’ve always been independent, but it’s not in your best interests.” Celine was the only one of Michael’s friends who was quite this direct with him. While in Bermuda, Celine and Peter had provided a wheelchair for Michael, so that he could get around more quickly. Celine pressed her case in a jolly way, nearly always punctuating her remarks with laughter. A former centrefold, she was short and zaftig. She recommended that Michael find a nice girl with long hair to give him a massage. “It might work,” Michael agreed. He kept saying his legs had been getting better in Dubrovnik. I saw no sign of that, but I did marvel at how he negotiated the three sets of stairs from the kitchen to the living room (at street level) and then up another flight to where Jill’s study and his library are and then yet another all the way up to his bedroom. It was a very long haul that he laboriously

Aprendí mucho durante mi carrera porque entonces teníamos muy buenos profesores, personas que realmente se entregaban a su profesión y que nos hicieron entender la diferencia entre cumplir y entregarse, por eso creo que en Dubrovnik hay tan buenas enfermeras.

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My biography of Jill, the trips to Dubrovnik, were all part of Michael’s effort to recoup his loss and turn it into a kind of celebration.

Michael had been an all-day walker for much of his life, but at eighty-seven, the rises robbed him of air and he had to stop frequently to tell his anecdotes. Yet he was still taking buses and clattering along with his cane, sometimes hitting posts with it for emphasis. The walking stick had also become a prop, an animated exclamation mark. Sometimes Michael would wave it high and take my breath away, since I was certain that he would take a tumble. He would later wave the stick high while standing atop picturesque Dubrovnik and I worried whether he would topple over in an off-balance movement, plunging into the sea. Michael’s word for his condition was “rickety.

Downside: I’m not sure there is one. To read: I could find no good novels set in or around Dubrovnik, so I’m proposing you take Rick Steve’s Dubrovnik by Rick Steves.

Tutte le città di mare hanno il molo. Ma cosa chiamano molo in questa città? È uno spazio in fondo alla piazzetta. [...] La piazza è quella del campanile più alto di questa terra. La piazzetta è lì di fianco, verso il mare, di fianco al palazzo Ducale. In fondo alla piazzetta ci sono due colonne alte, alte. [...] Sono la porta della città. Che è orientata. Mi son messo una mattina resto lì davanti e ho capito cosa significa essere orientati. Ma è chiaro. Quando ti nasce il sole in faccia in quel modo, ti orienti. [...] Da queste porte, due volte all'anno entravano e uscivano convogli di navi, merci, uomini, parole. La navigazione aveva un ciclo stagionale, come in agricoltura, in entrata e uscita. Da questa città fino a ogni altra città di questo mare. A Zara, Spalato, Ragusa, Dubrovnik, Durazzo, Brindisi, Rodi, Candia, Cipro, Atene, Famagosta, Costantinopoli, Tana, Trebisonda, Tashkent, Samarqand, Algeri, Malaga, Lisbona, Southampton, Bruges, Liegi, Anversa, Napoli, Cagliari, Marsiglia, Palermo! Perché il Mediterraneo non è soltanto mare, è acqua e terra, agua e tera, è una rete di città che si conoscono e si frequentano una con l'altra, bagnata dalla stessa marea che sei ore cala e sei ore cresce, non è lo scacchiere di qualcuno, è un mare-strada, finisce una navigazione, attacca una carovaniera, e le lega una con l'altra con una rete che non si interrompe mai qualsiasi cosa accada, come la marea che sei ore cala e sei ore cresce e arriva al molo di ognuna di queste città.

The death rates were astonishing – 50 per cent of England’s six million people; 75 per cent of Venice’s population; 98 per cent of parts of Egypt – ultimately killing a third to a half of Eurasia and north Africa. Out of seventy-five million Europeans, twenty-five million died. The virus also reached west and central Africa, where villages have been found abandoned. Worldwide, the total number of deaths was somewhere between 75 and 200 million. And nor was this the end: pandemics always return, and the plague struck repeatedly over the next centuries. Finally in Ragusa (Dubrovnik), the Venetian authorities ordered sailors to stay on their ships for thirty days (trentino), later raised to forty (quarantino) – a system that started to work. But, for most, it was too late. The ultimate super-propellent, the Great Mortality changed everything.