1. I'll transcribe my journal entry for yesterday;
2. I'll make a claim about Zagreb (it's beautiful) and defend it with photos;
3. I'll show you a What I Wore photo and tell you about an upcoming post on Zagreb Style (hint: this city blows me away with a consistency I honestly don't think I've seen in Paris, although I'll check that impression in a few days).
Proceeding, then, with Item No. 1 on the agenda. . .
To the right of the painting, below the date (June 19th, 2008), I've written In Zagreb, just off Ilica near Medvescak -- near our apartment at . . . . We've ordered Kava sa šlagom both of us, but they have no pastries here, so Paul's gone off to find some at our server's suggestion (he comes back in a few minutes with a very decent Apple Strudel, which we share).
Below the painting: Sketched this in pencil in situ but went over it with my Micron 3 pen back in the apartment and painted it here as well. Still debating whether or not I like the effect of the outlining or would I prefer to leave just the softer pencil drawing.
Really good lunch today at Ribice I Tri Tockice. . .
Up the left side of the page: Immediately after this, went to Post Office to mail a postcard to Nola -- took a while to figure out how to generate a number for a place in the queue. (EDITED TO ADD: There's a machine in the corner, with a screen. Tapping the right choice sent a ticket out of the slot below -- somehow Pater intuited the right choice out of all the Croatian words on the screen.)
And at the top of the page: Also today -- Bought sandals for Paul -- directly from the shoemaker -- one of the many Cipele off Ilica. He had to go back for them as they were still being made -- all conversation done with about 6 words of English, 6 Croatian, a few numerals written on paper, and much "sign language."
But I've seen other translations that suggest that the first "lijep" in this sign could also be translated as "beautiful," and I have to say that from what I've seen, "Zagreb je lijep" -- Zagreb is beautiful!
I can't walk a block here without wanting to take photos of the magnificent architecture. Some of it, yes, has seen better days, but that patina only makes it more appealing to me. And even if you only get to the top of the Old City for a wander around St. Mark's Square, you will have to agree with me, I know.
We'll walk up the hill toward this magnificent church with its brilliantly tiled roof. . .
Time to walk down the hill now, down the sidewalk lined with some gorgeous old buildings I didn't stop to photograph. Just couldn't resist this shot -- if we'd had time, I'd have scooted back up those stairs to see where, in the Old City, they'd emerge. . .
But no, time to go home. Paul's new sandals were beginning to chafe his tender feet -- (I warned him he should have broken them in with smaller outings or at least slicked on a layer of Glide).
3. Now, onto that photo of What I Wore. . .
I've snapped a plethora of photos to show you what I mean -- I'm editing them to obscure facial features for privacy right now, but I plan to post them this week.
Meanwhile, I have a coffee, then lunch, date with a good friend this morning, and it's time to get ready!