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The cool thing about arriving in a new place at night is that when you wake up you get to see it in a whole new light. This Mediterranean fishing port on the Istrian coast is even more charming by day. After a much needed leisurely start to the day we wandered down the polished cobbled stone streets in search of bikes. For 50 kuna (about 10 New Zealand dollars) each you can hire a bike for 5 hours. So that's what we did. The Istrian peninsula ...
... point from Italy. So we bid farewell to ham products three times a day as our slow ferry lived up to its billing with a chug out into the Adriatic Sea. The town of Rovinj was alive and buzzing when we arrived at 9.30pm. A local group was singing very loudly on a stage by the water. People were drinking, dinning and wandering the streets. The locals were friendly and everyone seemed to be having a good time. I think we are going to like it ...
... We head back to town and walk around the old city - amazed at the lack of people. There has was a concert in the amphitheater and would be another one tonight, which made access inside impossible but we were able to walk around and look inside and even listen to the band rehearsing.
Finally we wander back and sit and read on the patio of the bar next door to the hotel.
We have an early bus in the morning, so we turn in early
... of course, did not rain during dinner, so the boys were still lobbying to play mini-golf (the bouncy houses were shut-down), so Laura and I braved a quick round while the rain started, eventually getting hard enough that we stopped keeping score and just ran through the last several holes. At least it made the boys happy, since they were grouchy about limited sand and missing out on the bouncy houses.
It rained most of the night.
... but not reinstalled leaning against a wall. As we enter the room leading to the bell tower, I spy a small area low on the wall (easy to miss) with the remnant of a mosaic in creams, oranges and browns.
We walk past what might be a large baptismal font (can't imagine what else it might be) carved from a beautiful orange stone (that happens to match what we chose back at home for our bathroom remodel). We pass through a dark doorway and climb ...