Dubrovnik [antikvár]

DUBROVNIK forbidding and shrouded in stone but made joyous by the sky, sea and cypress groves, its past stretched out on the palm of its hand behind the brooding ramparts girding it with the grandeur and wisdom of the ages', a memory arrested in stone hut smiling and athrob with life; luxuriant and colourful within the magnificent framework of its peerless architecture.Everything is near at hand: a medieval city intact; a powerful Republic, wise and glorious, its soul solidified in the stone of its serene Renaissance arcades, its majestic Romanesque vaulting, the graceful, pointed arches of its Gothic galleries, its heavy Baroque portals, the phantasy of its capitals and engraved arabesques, the poetry of its roofs and the chirping of its swallows.The limpid sky above and the azure sea lapping at its shores, the refreshing coolness of the narrow streets under the hot summer sun, the houses and gardens wreathed in flowers, the darkling pines and slender cypresses, the hill behind and the islands and open sea before all this and much more makes Dubrovnik a wondrous blend of the beauty of nature and the miracle of man's existence.