And what were we greeted with once we crossed the street and entered the Old City? Cobbled squares and winding streets not much wider than a decent sized hallway. Buildings of stone, two to four stories tall. And of course the inescapable crowd. I said to Russell that if a place wasn't crowded before our boat arrived, it would be once we got there.
Kotor is nestled against a steep mountain that you could climb if you wanted via a set of oddly spaced and slippery stairs for what was probably a magnificent view at the top but I wouldn't know having chosen not to risk the journey.
R and I just walked here and there, stopping in stores (or not), snapping photographs and enjoying the fine weather. Russell was more impressed with Kotor than with Dubrovnik. I don't know if I was more impressed but certainly I liked it better than Dubrovnik. Far fewer people and less of a Disneyland feel to the place. The Old Town of Kotor still had a community feel to it with stores on the first floor of mostly residential buildings, laundry hanging across alleyways and obviously working churches not showpieces.
Lunch was "Ham on a string" (actually a wire). Interesting presentation. Somehow I don't think the Health Department in Philadelphia would approve. The area is known for its smoked meats and cheeses.
We were back at the boat in time for a swim, some exercise and a massage. Before dinner we rested on our patio and enjoyed the spectacular scenery as the ship departed from Europe's most southerly fjord and returned to the Adriatic.