In Dubrovnik we stayed in a very funky apartment. I referred to it as Great Aunt Sophie’s garret. It was a fourth-floor walkup (Who reserved this, anyway?), built into the attic rafters of an 18th century building.
Climbing the stairs was an epic journey of opening and closing doors, dodging other tenant’s laundry, and skirting around a motley array of houseplants.
Inside, there were only two straight walls in the entire place – the rest were at low, wonky angles – crisscrossed by sturdy ceiling beams awaiting the unsuspecting noggin. James, bless his heart, scored several glancing blows and a few direct hits! He basically walked around hunched over doing the duck walk.
Our garret had four tiny windows, and the views from them were spectacular – absolutely worth the climb. Over the terra cotta roof tops we could see the ancient city walls and fortifications, too many church towers to count, every classroom in the Catholic school next door, and kittens playing in the ruins out back.
At night we gathered around the kitchen table, lit lots of candles, sampled a new wine, and discussed the day’s events … just like home.
We liked Dubrovnik so much we decided to extend our stay. So when our temporary lease on that little slice of heaven expired, we moved to a different apartment on the bay. It was only on the second floor and didn’t have any ceiling beams. That was probably good – James’ noggin needed a break!
P.S. And yes, that is our laundry hanging in the back window. It was laundry day here in Dubrovnik, so we thought we’d join in!