Brindisi was our first stop, then it was off to Katakolon..
Booked a tour of a local winery for 12 euros and rode a small
"train" up the mountain only to find that the winery was closing. There was also only one train back and no guarantee of a seat.
We had a very nice lunch however, seaside.
On the way up the hill to the Parthenon. Several theaters.
Under constant renovation. They are splicing in marble quarried from the original quarries.
One of the markets we spent an inordinate amount of time in.
Street vender. We were told to hang on to our wallets. Lots of pick pockets and well dressed women looking for directions that will steal you blind.
This young fellow was apparently the son of a gypsy family who kept him out of school to beg on the streets. Our guides were very upset that I had given the kid 20 cents.
This the pollution damage they were telling us about. The marble turns black and then starts to crumble.
Our Ship in the background.
And it was on to Kotor, Montenegro. You are looking down into a medieval city.
Apparently the narrowest street in Europe is here and I don't think this was it. They said only one person can pass at a time. I believe it's called "Let Him Pass."
This was taken from the island of Dada, off the coast of Perast.
Among the many gifts left at this small church for the virgin Mary and child in hopes of sailers returning home from years at sea.
Seal of Venice, from when they controlled the area.
Perast. Very old.
The small church on Dada island which was man made over the course of 250 years, to honor sailers and the virgin Mary, all because a painting of her-hanging in the church by the way- was found on the rocks hundreds of years ago, and which started healing sick folks in Perast. The altar was built on the original rock and there is a hole behind the altar where you can put your hand in and touch it. When I did, my hand started to buzz like pins and needles, and it ran right down my leg. When I told the tour guide, she asked if I had been bitten by a spider. Onward!