I once wrote that Dalmatia was a little like malaria – once it gets into the blood, there is no complete recovery.
I am just back to Varazdin from a wonderful 4-day conference called SplitB2B, promoting special interest tourism in the food and wine sector to 18 international tour operators from 11 countries, who have never done business in Croatia suitably impressed. You can read about the conference here.
The emphasis was on Dalmatia’s gourmet potential and its rich traditions and heritage. A visit to the Poljica Republic, cooking show with soparnik, a dinner of frogs and eels, olive picking on Brac, a peka and lamb on the spit combo in a wonderful stone agrotourism place near the peak of Brac, and much, much more.
The weather, not surprisingly, was gorgeous, and I lost my heart to Dalmatia all over again.
And, as the bus headed north to the colder climes of Varazdin, I turned to one of my favourite Facebook pages – old photos and postcards of Hvar Town.
And there it was – many thanks, Zorka Bibic – my snapshot of traditional Dalmatia. Today, it is a Konzum, with some controversial signs threatening fines for people who are drinking or inappropriately dressed in Hvar Town’s historic centre. But back in 1938, a taxi stand as it once was.
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