It’s 8 a.m. and Dubrovnik, Croatia, is bathed in a soft, salmon pink. This sunny winter day is warming up nicely as kids shuffle through long shadows on their way to school, store shutters roll up and cafe coffee machines are brought up to steam. It’s a joy to almost have the medieval “Pearl of the Adriatic” to myself.
Twenty minutes before, I’d joined mumbling, bleary-eyed workers on their daily Libertas Bus commute from Lapad Peninsula. By arriving early, I beat the impending daily passenger deluge released onto the city streets from cruise ships, all arriving at roughly the same time, in Gruz Harbor. That’s a lot of people for this dense old town crammed into 1.2 miles of stout limestone ramparts.