Idle, slow and somewhat restless wanderings around the Old Town after a day of swimming: pinkish or not, you stop caring almost immediately when find yourself in the most charming spots—the Art Nouveau antique shop, narrow alleys with old school washing, hung over the windows with shabby shutters, stairs to the “New” (not really: 16th century) Fortress, tiny tavernas with boisterous street kitties, and so on, and so forth.
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