Ghost Town

I went to Croatia last week and experienced many lovely things-- Islands full of peacocks, bars set into cliff sides (I assure you, there is no better way to watch the sunset over the sea), stalls of lavender, twisty-turny bus rides down the coast, a coffee on the steps of Diocletian's Palace, sea kayaking off the coast of Hvar, squid ink risotto, oysters, dancing to traditional Serbian folk music while dressed as a prostitute in Montenegro (the girls assured me I looked fabulous).

--What follows is a smattering of photos, mainly to appease Simon. And no, I have no photos of me dressed as a prostitute-- the obligatory pigeon would have covered up most of the black eyeliner anyway--










It was quite a trip. And when I returned to Rome on August 1st, it was empty. How can an entire city disappear overnight? And whenever I remark on this new silent city people go "just wait until Ferragosto". I threw that word into my little dictionary and here we go:

Considering I subsist on a diet of pizza and gelato, and those are the only stores still open, I'm guessing come August 15th, I am going to starve. Please send provisions...