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Western coast of Istria of simonezanette@hotmail.com
We left with the intention of making a beautiful loop between the islands of Cres and Krk after passing from Istria, but this last one has.. we say bewitched us.

Coming from Trieste and from Slovenia we insinuated in the lands of Istria.

The first destination was Novigrad (new city, in italian..language still a lot in vogue in the peninsula). Nothing particular for us to know, to write on the tourist guides and to be shown off in 24 hours, but also always a purely pleasant city. Small, collection around its port where some restaurants have shown up. It is soon made to turn them around. From the opposite side to the port the sea opens up, for a bit, in a long wharf. From the pleasant garden that you find in front of the church you can crouch for sometime, to see the green that surrounds to you and the blue that opened up under your eyes. A good lunch of fish can give you that further touch of class and quality of a short stay.

Coming down towards the south, at a few km to meet Porec, another small kind city that peeps out between the coasts of the Istria. To see cathedral (a mix, i will say, of S.Vitale and S.Apollinare in Class at Ravenna), A Unesco heritage ; the cobbled loads of the center deserve a walk.

Few km to the South we find Rovigno. A real pearl, believe me, and a real shelter for couples in love. The canvas is always what we have followed for the other two cities. The sea, the secluded center and of vague medieval flavor, the marina that we could define to measure a man. Each one is so beautiful, hereafter to part, to steal these atmospheres and to imagine the alleys, of sailors busy to chamber up quickly, rather than with a slow step and triumphant, for the small steep slopes of the country. For some ever, then, but here the fantasy is running a bit too much, to arrive at the top of this imaginary shell on which the city is carefully lay down, top that completely is occupied by the shape, not already immense, but of surely large for that place, the main church (and perhaps unique to Rovigno). You stop yourselves for one of these lanes a, from the side of the sea, an evening of a serene day and you sit, waiting for that the red of the sun that has not dived behind the horizon.
You can make it to a bar (I does not make a name but answer to a great champion of motorcycling), seated, becames it does not embrace you, on a pillow place, with clever sensuality, on a lock facing the premises.

To close in the beauty, also avoided some of the many tourist restaurant of poor quality admise you to. In order to close, some premises attended from the young manen of the place to the left of the porticciolo (slipping into one narrow lane, than par pertugio, on your left) and one gita between the isolette.

Ah, I forgot, for who loves to stay at the people house (private rooms) rather than in a hotel, go in whichever Tourist Office, or analogous, and you can ask them immediately which room you can take on rent (also for one single night). If, like us understand you a start man, on a small engine and with a phosphorescent helmet... beh, then you will begin to laugh out with a roar and not understanding a single thing of what you will say in the following days.