This page was from one of the first nights here. Before the tourist arrive in the summer the city is pretty quiet. I had the main Stradun to myself so I posted up, sketched, and wrote a poem.
I sit and warm stone
watching Dubrovnik rooftops after midnight
wafts of sea breeze and Croatian operatic vocals serenading
vacant streets salute
cat screams sound like children dissolving
murmering flags the thrush snare
voices warm, distant coughs, chairs stacked
stone smooth as glass ripples reflected
lights guide the Stradun by the arm.
Drifting puffs sway and pat
a solid city tastes silence,
asks for a cigarette
then returns to the bar.