Dalmatia

Dalmatia to the common traveler

Zara, Trau, Spalato, Ragusa, Castelnuovo, Cat- taro, Scbcnico—these, with two or three different locations, symbolize Dalmatia to the common traveler. Ragusa is, maybe, the most well-liked and fascinating; Spalato probably the most populous and energetic; Cat- taro probably the most exceptional scenically. Trau leaves a haunting reminiscence within the thoughts of him who sees it. Castelnuovo is a bit of paradise marred in a point by the troopers who infest it, and who appear unusually misplaced in its tiny methods and its tree- shaded piazza on the hilltop. However Zara has a peculiar allure, half homosexual, half brightly tender. And nowhere else in all Dalmatia are such beautiful results of sunshine wedded to water to be seen as on Zara’s Canale.

Zara, like different sirens, is misleading. Town has – a face which supplies little indication of its soul. Alongside the shore lie tall and cheerful homes,—nearly palaces they’re,—stable and large, fashionable, with home windows opening to the ocean, and separated from it solely by a broad stroll, edged by a strip of pavement, from which is likely to be taken a dive into the limpid water. And right here, when the ship tied up, a well-dressed throng of joyous residents was taking the air. Youngsters have been enjoying and laughing. Two or three rowboats slipped via the gold and silver which the solar, simply setting behind the island of Ugljan reverse, showered towards town. Music got here from some place of leisure. A easy liveliness recommended affluent properties, the well-being of a group aside, which selected to dwell “out of the world,” away from railroads, motor-cars, and carriage site visitors, however which knew how you can be fashionable in its personal quiet and decorous method.

Nice hovering campanile

But Zara had a fantastic hovering campanile—it had been seen far off at sea—and tiny streets and outdated buildings, San Donato, the duomo, San Simeone; and 5 fountains,—the cinque pozzi,—and a Venetian tower,—the Torre di Buovo d’Antona,—and fortifi-cation gardens, and lion gateways. The place have been all these? A sound of bells got here from behind the pal-aces. And these bells gave the impression to be proclaiming the reality of Zara.

Bells ringing in hidden locations behind the palaces; bells calling throughout unusual gardens lifted excessive on mighty partitions; bells whispering amongst pines and murmuring throughout inexperienced depths of glass-like water; bells chiming above the yellowing vines on tiny islands! Who that remembers Zara remembers not Zara’s bells?

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