Dubrovnik harmonizes and blends classic form and the romantic experience of different moods of the soul. In it, history turns into the spiraling eternity of the labyrinth. In the old port of the city, you’ll find it easy to conjure up the ancient sailing vessels from bygone centuries of wealth, power, and fame.
Dubrovnik was once a republic, a city-state with a thousand years of liberty. The culture, literature, painting, architecture, philosophy, science, music, and diplomacy of Dubrovnik are an irresistible part of the cultural heritage of Europe and the whole world. UNESCO has placed Dubrovnik under its special protection. If you aren't already, in Dubrovnik you will become Ragusans, Mediterraneans, people of the sea.
Without understanding the language, you’ll understand what the birds are chirruping, what the Acappella groups are singing, and you’ll understand that Dubrovnik is love and joy in life under the common sun.
For two hundred and fifty days a year (a day or two more or less, don’t let us be persnickety), the sky over Dubrovnik is bright and brilliantly sunny by day, indigo and starry at night, with the sea glimmering in the silver moonlight, its seductive voice calling you to night-time cruises. Accept the invitation, accept everything that Dubrovnik offers you; its sky, its sea, its stone, and its people; the special treats of its regional cuisine; watch the performances of the Summer Festival; listen to concerts and visit exhibitions; climb, swim, dive, dance, fish, photograph, talk, ponder, dream, love, do things for yourself. It’ll be wonderful, the best ever, incomparable because Dubrovnik is itself incomparable and ought not to be compared.
