What we first loved about this stunning port was the distinctive character of its amazing old castle wall and fortifications. The fortress of St-John that protects the town, with semi-circular towers at strategic points, really gives Dubrovnik its magical, medieval look that is almost surreal in such a gorgeous Mediterranean setting.
The old town was so special that it was the main focus of our attention. I would call its cobblestone streets a ‘mind game’ in the best sense of the word - at every turn they are full of beauty, liveliness and historical interest; it is really culturally rich. On a single walk you’ll pass colonnades, fountains, squares, mansions, monasteries and incredible architecture, largely unchanged through the centuries. There are amazing sights on every corner and every building has religious meaning or comes with an incredible backstory.
But our family was on a holiday, not a scholarly tour, so we also loved the way the busy cafes and food stalls on the streets brought them to life. We got such a good feeling walking around - it is amazing to recapture what it is like to only travel by foot, with no cars. Like Taormina in Sicily, this town has the right size: big enough for many layers, but not too daunting to cover in a few days.
People come off their private boats or the bigger cruise ships to shop, eat, party or soak up the atmosphere. This is also a national summer destination. Croatians bring their families to the seaside and into the old city - in fact we were hearing very little English.
I was really happy waking up here on our first Saturday morning. In fact I realised that I will go out of my way to hit new places on the weekend. They are the most fun days for the locals, and it just flows on to visitors. The beach clubs and restaurants are full, the streets are buzzing; we are not a family who shy away from happy crowds or people milling around outside. Busy streets in small places lend it atmosphere.
This part of the beautiful Dalmatian Coastline is separated from inland Croatia by the DINARIC MOUNTAIN RANGE, and Dubrovnik’s sea-trading past goes back as far as the Roman era. It was a thriving, merchant city-state on the commercial routes linking the east and west, with a powerful aristocracy.
Due to its amazing fortifications the town has resisted sieges. Ironically however, considering we love that it is one of the most historically preserved urban centres in Europe, the original Gothic and Renaissance-era Dubrovnik was reduced to rubble in an earthquake in 1667, and almost all of the medieval religious buildings and palaces were destroyed. The over the top curlicues, stone carvings and ornamentation were replaced with the purer, simple artisanship of the Romanesque Baroque style in pale, honey coloured stone. Although the town went through destruction, it was rebuilt to be beautiful and decorative once again, in a whole new way that still seems wonderfully old to us. Of course the town’s problems didn’t end there. The world watched in horror as the Yugoslavian People’s Army brutally shelled the main city and looted its art heritage in 1991. But it’s a new world there now and the locals are proud that once more people are discovering the region that was a booming attraction in the East from the 50s to the 80s.
More than anywhere, you join the town strolling down PLACA, a wide thoroughfare that runs through the literal heart of the city and is also the soul of the place. It’s also a lovely open-air gathering place with lanterns, old stone shopfronts with green shutters and old-fashioned canvas awnings. The highest point, the way it always used to be in any town, is THE BELL TOWER, where a statue stands by the massive bell.
Placa widens into LUZA SQUARE, where I loved strolling past my favourite building as we walked to dinner each night, the 15th century RECTOR’S PALACE. There is a reason it stands out from the pale stone buildings everywhere else. The façade (as well as the SPONZA PALACE) are all that remain of the entire medieval streetscape before the Renaissance-era earthquake.
The difference really stands out in the stunning decorative detail: the ornamental arches of the gothic windows, different capitals and little figures at the top of each column along the porch and fantastical door knocker fierce face that is carved on the main portal. The small palace is lit up beautifully at night and reminds you that in a homogenous looking period town, many other eras came before.
Another standout from the usual simple Dubrovnik stone look is the 18th century CHURCH OF ST BLASIUS, built a few generations later during the full flamboyance of the Baroque period. No era has more razzle dazzle - demonstrated brilliantly by the altar made with different coloured marble and the over the top silver statue of St Blasius. February 3rd is the perfect time to see the church because its patron saint is celebrated with a procession of his relics through the streets. It would be an amazing sight, with richly embroidered gold folk costumes, scarlet-cloaked bishops and the whole town gathered in the square in front of the church. I’d love to photograph it one day.
Zoe loved passing her favourite town character, ROLAND’S COLUMN - a statue of a medieval knight that is so at home here, even though he has been moved around a lot, that his arm was used as a local measurement called an “ell of Dubrovnik,” which is 51.2 cms.
What is so amazing about living amongst all the ‘attractions’ is the beautiful landmarks that you simply pass everyday on the way to a swim or to buy a piece of fruit, like THE BIG ONOFRIO’S FOUNTAIN close to the Pile Gate - a giant, 1438 enclosed well which sprouts water from the decorative, sculpted faces. On the eastern side, near Luza square, we passed the baby version, THE LITTLE ONOFRIO’S FOUNTAIN - which is open, without the dome of the ‘big brother,’ feauring fish and frolicking nymphs.
But life clearly revolved around religion all those centuries ago; you constantly pass places of worship like the tiny CHURCH OF THE SAVIOUR and sacred communities like convents and religious statues. The friars libraries are full of the most incredible medieval artwork, although the peaceful cloister is off limits to the hordes.
The FORTRESS CITY WALLS are not just a testament to Dubrovnik’s turbulent past but a beautiful place to walk along and actually visit. The walls encircle the whole town - and you can see the interiors of the towers and grand old gates up close, or sail around the cliffs below, where old wooden, coloured doors by the ocean reveal secret passages to the sea.
On the inland side the stone and lime walls are a whopping 6 metres thick - cars on the other side drive down the leafy, pretty Mediterranean streets of the rest of the city. The sea walls run along the magnificent, steep, craggy cliffs of the coastline and the FORTRESS OF THE PASSING BELL points out to open ocean over massive boulders. The PILE GATE with the drawbridge is on the western wall. And imagine strolling to the beach everyday via the beautiful stone bridge connecting the amazing 15th century double portals of THE PLOCE GATE on the wall’s eastern side; it’s pure fairytale terrain. I still can’t get over that!
Medieval Dubvronik went all out on self-defence with these walls, but life is more hedonistic now! Today the great climate and beauty of Croatia’s southernmost town has created one of the world’s great new SEASIDE HOLIDAY HOTSPOTS. As guests of the Pucić Palace we had access to the EastWest Beach Club on the private BANJE beach, a 5-minute walk along the coastline from the harbour. You walk down to platforms where you can then access the sea. There aren’t many beaches at the foot of a medieval defence tower, so the wall adds majesty to the sands of the lovely, teal Adriatic Sea.
Rocky outcrops jut out to sea on either side of the beach, ‘hugging’ the little bay area, and a backdrop of greenery on a gently sloped hill shelters it more, giving it an intimate feel that we loved. The distant Dinaric Mountains are a bigger, grander backdrop. The palms, white umbrellas, rows of sunbeds and four-poster daybeds with white curtains blowing in the breeze were so idyllic; it was lovely to re-embrace summer, watching Zoe splash around as the cruise ships drifted by.
The public sit on towels and there is a private section with deckchairs in rows all the way to the water. It was great to relax as we had been through some busy days; if you play a bit of musical chairs, moving onto seats as people move off them, you can usually work your way to the waterfront.
HALL OF SHAME
For such a lovely locale, it is a pity that the restaurant lets the Eastwest Beach Club down so badly. There are great outdoor terraces and al fresco eating areas, including an unusual, curved wall dotted with big pebbles and a straw covered patio right on the beach.
The food and service were shocking. The kitchen was always frustratingly slow and one time they just lost our order. When you are on the beach there is nowhere else to go, so we tried to outfox the slow motion staff. We would call the waiter over and order lunch early from the deckchairs - but still it never came!
We tried the more casual seafood off the grill in the little BBQ area, but the service and food was just as ordinary. We enjoyed the gorgeous beach and blue ribbon location; it is a great place to chill out. But don’t go hungry - there is no getting away from an incompetent chef and staff.
Hopefully their cocktails come faster, as Eastwest operates as a NIGHTCLUB from 10pm until 5 in the morning. The huge indoor lounge, with high ceilings and pillars, is bathed in red light and keeps the nightlife pumping in summer.
Friends in Sydney told us about the perfect Dubrovnik place to enjoy a late afternoon swim then watch the sunset. It’s kind of thrilling to get to - the small St. Stjepan door in the fortress walls opens to a small platform and bathing spot on the rocks facing straight out to sea, with LOKRUM ISLAND ahead.
There is cane shaded patio areas, people sunbaking on concrete rock platforms, umbrellas and chairs scattered around, and waves crashing against the rocks below. Buza serve softdrinks and sandwiches, and you can place your drink in funny little wooden blocks. We loved how extreme it was - a really beautiful place to pull up a chair and watch the horizon from the town’s literal edge outside the wall. Even though the sea was rough and cold, in the heat the fizz of the waves looked refreshing so I decided to hop in like a local.
Zoe has a gutsy personality: she sees a fork in the road and gets excited by the hard path. She said, I’m coming in with you. Although I encourage that courageous side it wasn’t such a hot idea. We slid into the water, which was churning like a washing machine, and I realised how little control we had even though I was holding her.
There was a twinge of panic, but luckily a woman helped me get Zoe out of the ocean first. We were reminded of the time Zoe paraglided off a mountain in New Zealand (see QUEENSTOWN) and we got swept up in the moment with her fantastic attitude. I won’t say this one was mega dangerous, but I owe that local lady a glass of Croatian red!
I discovered another spectacular hole in the wall near ST JOHN’S FORT that opens at a gorgeous little stone pier and tiny harbour beach looking out to the Adriatic Sea. There is a small red metal lighthouse there and I like the fact that it is something of a local secret. On my last day I wanted to squeeze in one last dip here after my morning run and tried to take Zoe - but Sheira had her changed and organized.This was a great last memory of this town for me - maybe a dip at Porporela will be your beginning…
This seaside nook by the fortress wall is also a town gathering place throughout the calendar. Every year there is a traditional month of water polo, “Divlja Liga” where teams named after famous locales around Dubrovnik play. The climax is the final match, which takes place in the old harbour in front of all “the citizens of Dubrovnik” as Nicolina at our hotel, the Pucic Palace quaintly put it. The winner gets “appreciation from the mayor and a big cup.” But it’s not only about hitting a ball, it’s about having a ball - there are techno parties, ‘glamour’ parties and ‘Night on Porpola Beach’ events as well.
HALL OF FAME
My runs here are definitely a highlight of my years spent jogging along the tracks of the world. I woke up early as usual, intending to tie my journey in with Dubrovnik’s incredible, 2 km medieval wall around the old town. At 8.30am I had the amazing solitude of the town to myself as I jogged down little narrow laneways and wide thoroughfares to reach the wall, past the churches and squares, everything empty and quiet.
There’s not a lot of streets and I quickly got my bearings around town and along the whole perimeter - which becomes a fantastic challenge as the wall heads inland up the town’s steep hill, elevated above a sea of rooftops with hanging laundry, pots of bougainvillea, and all the little church steeples and clock towers of the old town. The more it climbed up, the further beyond the old town I could see, from people pouring in from the cruise boats in the port down below to all the districts that lay in the distance beyond the wall. It was always surprising and delightful to me to see that no city or suburban sprawl beyond, just little bays and beautiful old buildings. Historic Dubrovnik simply never got ruined.
Looking downhill at that hour, under a blue sky without a single cloud, you own the town; I got a real sense of all the domes and buildings clustered in perfect squares. I walked this portion of the wall again with Noah a few days later, while church bells pealed constantly, and he was blown away. I would have loved to bring Sheira but all those stairs were non-negotiable because we didn’t want to risk her fragile back.
Heading back to the coastline, I also breached the city walls at the double portals of the PLOCA GATE gate straight onto the FRANA SUPILA one-way road past the EASTWEST BEACHCLUB and out of town, which gave me extraordinary views through tall poplars back along the coastline at the fortress and town as a whole. As I looked over these magical new bays I saw two enormous white ships approaching the harbour. Like Manhattan, the town has a whole other beauty when you leave it. These moments are bittersweet for me; there is a real meditation in experiencing a new sight in solitude and serenity, but a frustration in not sharing it with Sheira and the kids.
But there was always the treat at the end: threading my way past all the incredible landmarks back in the old town, starting at the wonderful DOMINICAN MONASTERY, a sanctuary and architectural complex near the Ploka Gate that is just so beautiful, before you even see the priceless artwork inside. It is one of the surviving gothic parts of Dubvrovnik, with some buildings dating as far back as 1315.
When one of my runs with Noah morphed into a walk, we mounted the monumental Baroque staircase in GUNDULIC SQUARE that leads up to the famous JESUIT SCHOOL on RUDER BOSKOVIC SQUARE. I did get down on my knees at the CHURCH OF ST IGNATIUS there - to do my stomach exercises every morning on the steps!
The whole city is an attraction; wherever I ran, I passed wondrous things. Dubrovnik is a visual masterpiece for me, and I will never forget pacing my way around its heights and coastal edges.