Author Archives: Patrice

The Christmas tree in the square is gone.  I think students return to school on Monday so the skateboarders won’t be running their wheels up the side of the fountain in the afternoons anymore.  Buses continue to appear releasing German, … Continue reading →

  Not really our New Year’s picture but it could be.  Happy New Year!  I’ve always liked saying that – a week or two of non-sectarian good will toward everyone you meet, a chance to think what one can change, … Continue reading →

We went to Zagreb by bus on Saturday morning to pick Michelle up at the airport.  We bought our tickets the day before – in keeping with my style of over management.  The bus route took us 30 kilometers south … Continue reading →

Sunday morning, while I began the process of cleaning the apartment for visitors next week, R went out for our morning brioche.  He came back shortly, breathless and said, “They’re making a movie on the square – get dressed and … Continue reading →

I’m enjoying the slightly askew aspects of living in Rovinj. There are of course,  ubiquitous cell phones, like at home – but here no one answers their telephone in a restaurant or store.  If it rings, they get up, walk … Continue reading →

When I was teaching ballroom dance I had a student in one class who, whenever I taught a new form or step would say with great conviction, “Oh, it’s just like ____.” I would answer, “Well, not really.”  This irritated … Continue reading →

The quiet seaside harbor of Rovinj was shocked yesterday at the outbreak of violence resulting in one fatality on Marshall Tito Square. The square, often filled with seagulls, pigeons and cats is usually peaceful – host to running children, sunning … Continue reading →

A quick by the way – I’ve disabled comments because I cannot figure out how to keep the hackers at bay – please use my e-mail address to comment and stay in touch until I figure out how to manage … Continue reading →

In Venice we were right around the corner from this shoe store that featured hand made shoes.  Every time we walked by – and we did that a lot – I had to stop and drool at the window.  I … Continue reading →

I wish I had taken a picture of the deluge Noahing down these stairs when we arrived. I tiptoed through it in my gazillion dollar walking shoes (worth every penny and more!) pulling the large, very large, red bag. In … Continue reading →