If Dubrovnik impressed me with its history, Kotor won me over with its spectacular setting. Mountains seemed to rise straight out of the sea, and everywhere I looked there was another beautiful view.
The old city walls reaching down to the water, blending history with the natural beauty of the bay…
One of Kotor’s beautiful churches
One of the most touching stories I heard in Kotor was about this embroidery (below) created by a woman who waited many years (some say 25 years) for her sailor husband to return home. As she waited, she continued stitching, eventually weaving strands of her own hair into the embroidery as her eyesight faded.
Whether every detail is history or legend, the embroidery has become a lasting symbol of love, hope, and remarkable devotion.
While wandering through one of Kotor’s gardens, I noticed a woman quietly sitting on a bench with her husband’s head resting comfortably in her lap. It was such a peaceful, tender moment that I could not resist taking the photograph. Sometimes it’s these quiet, everyday moments – not the famous landmarks – that stay with me the longest.
