June 24 - Zadar Old Town

I woke up refreshed and wandered the shoreline, rimmed with older hotels. A sea wall and pebble beaches and stone piers. Families and children and old people in bikinis, playing and sunning. I lay down on a pier. My back against the old flat stone felt reassured. I lay and wrote in my journal, after days of rain turning my white body over in the sun. In the afternoon I took the bus back to old town and this time it was quieter. Oh, the sea organ, moaning and wheezing and singing like whales, from the wind and wave action at the end of the peninsula. People loved it, stopping and cocking their heads like little dogs. Old men peered under the steps to see the openings for the wind, air and sound. Little children played in the waves. I walked the old Roman ruins on the other edge of town and then along the edge of the wall barricading and protecting the city.
Then I walked back to the hostel along the coast, almost an hour, at a good clip.