My brief stop in Munich flashed and disappeared before my eyes as I landed in Dubrovnik today and took up residence within the ancient walled city dating to the 7th – 13th centuries. Church bells clanged a welcome and continued through the night. Having just read one of the loveliest books, I imagined what it would have been like to live in Saint-mMalo in Brittany. I believe I know now.

Leaving Munich this morning I reflected on the incredible German efficiency that moves 6 million people through Oktoberfest with no delays, aggravation, security checks and virtually no visible police presence. The national pride is on full display with over 50% of the populace in Lederhosen and Dirndls. The little ones are especially cute. And though the efficiency is not as evident in Dubrovnik, the ease of being a visitor is the same.

The sun had already set by the time I ventured out and the countless steps I climbed, 300 or more at a time, provided stunning vistas of the walled city in the dark.

After dinner and a delicious local red, I kept getting waylaid by more sights and a concert on the steps of the old cathedral.

  
   

Jet lag has been a little unforgiving so far, so adios till next time!