Let’s Split
No, let’s not as we are on honeymoon. Or at least we were a couple of weeks ago. We’re on day three of the stay in Split now, which was actually day seven of the trip away thanks to the weather and boat schedules and that stop in Rhodes for four days. As you’ll see from the photos, the town was starting to fill up a little more by this day. We worked out the reason for this later when we walked along the harbour front. There was a large cruise ship in and, a bit like Rhodes and Symi the town was invaded for a few hours.
That didn’t stop is from visiting the cathedral, which was once a mausoleum, hence its small size. Neil took a trot up the bell tower. I made it over halfway before the signs of an imminent panic attack were too strong, and I had to talk myself down. It’s an annoying thing, this ‘thing’ with heights that hit when I was forty, particularly as I used to love climbing mountains and abseiling down cliffs. These days, I have this worry that I will fall off, or worse, someone else will, and there will be nothing I can do about it. Anyway, he snapped the view from the top while I got my breath back at the bottom.
Later, we visited the Temple Of Jupiter, had another wander around the town, listened to the acapella singers in the ‘vestibule’, and walked along the seafront again. Later, we found the market not fifty feet from our hotel. The market sold everything in linked areas. In one place, you’d find all the fruit and veg grown locally on small homesteads. There is an area with butchers’ shops on either side selling their famous cured hams and dead things, there’s a place for clothes and very few stallholders trying to badger you inside.
In the afternoon, we popped into the National Theatre and bought tickets for a classical concert there the following night. We were able to buy two tickets in the mid stalls, in the row behind the most expensive seats in the house. The tickets cost us the equivalent of €9.00 each. That was to come the next day, and there will be more about that tomorrow.
