Trogir and Surroundings [antikvár]

When a foreigner from a large city cornes to Trogir, he realizes a dream. He lives through several médiéval hours. He can let his imagination wander in hidden corners Every old house is a drama. Every chapel a legend, every balcony the catafalque of a love or hope. Ivan Delalle: Essay on Trogir Trogir is one of those unique ancient small towns that give life to centuries long past. It grew slowly at the entrance to a Wide bay, and stands like a stone coral in a shallow sea full of eddies between the island of Ciovo and the mainland. Trogir's position at the edge of flat ground full of cypress, myrtle and rosemary, facing stony Ciovo, does not provide an impressive panorama. We must go close to it to discover it, experience it from the inside, wandering along its pavements, smooth with centuries of use. In this small space, preserved in sea sait, man's creative spirit brought to birth the serene beauty of palaces, chur-ches, walls, fortresses and humble town houses, and wove the harmonious urbanistic tissue of the little town. Tourist posters and guides often call Trogir a living museum. But it is not only a museum that holds the remains of an ancient, long gone life. Trogir is a live Mediterranean town, full of sunlight and the warm maestral breeze, full of today's dynamic way of life. But as a substructure to a modern way of life Trogir has preserved its intimacy, close human relations and the attraction of old wine-cellars, from which the scent of new wine and the yearning song of young men in love attract irresistably. Trogir's beauty is intoxicating to modern travellers and chance corners. There they will find Kairos, the God of Lüde. If they catch his marble forelock in good time, they will experience a long gone by feeling of love and peace in the happiness he gives them.