A Day of Mestrovic

Zagreb has that certain something something. An intangible vibe that the French people vaguely term Je Nes Sais Quoi. Is it the blue trams, the gorgeous people, the public art work, the historical buildings? Or is it all these things and more that had me saying ‘Wow, we are in Zagreb’ on our initial arrival…

Samobor

The lovely girl who had ushered us into the apartment lives in the apartment next door with her mother. We had met her mother a couple of days earlier, she is a friendly enthusiastic person who when hearing we were going to visit Samobor told us that ‘she comes from Samobor and she would like…

Walking in Zagreb

Pam is seeking to redeem our lazy days in Bantard by walking, walking, walking in Zagreb as much as we are able to. She is keen to walk along the Sava river and in a bid to match her sado-masochistic tendencies I plan a long and winding route. The morning is grey, with cloud hanging…