(This is the 15th post of our Croatia-Budapest trip, June-July 2014)
Friday, June 27
We’re to meet up Anna Clare and Earl at St. Francis church, a small church up the street from the market. My friend Judy had told me about this, as they had visited it when they went to Zagreb the year before. I was glad I knew about it. Above is the scene carved above the doorway.
The inevitable grotto in honor of Mary. While I had a long list of sights-to-see today, I could see that I needed to just tuck that list away, that this was not going to be a touristing day. More like wander, wander, wander, which can often have its own merits.
We went back down this street (the funicular is at the far end), stopping about halfway to go to the Croatian Museum of Naive Art, an amazing museum (but no photos allowed). Typically these naive artists painted on glass in this area of the country, as that was the material they had, so all the strokes are tiny and smooth, and depicted interesting scenes of giant peaches at the base of a peach tree, people harvesting, angels, demons, storm clouds–all stuff of rural life. I’ve taken some photos of the postcards we brought home, so you can see:
We wander to the site of where Anna Clare and Earl’s car was impounded when they parked illegally and didn’t know it, while buying Bibles for their mission. I snapped a photo of the opposite corner in honor of this event.
We wander to the overlook, a large flat plaza (which feels like the roof of some building below). Anna Clare and Earl have to head off to do an errand for their mission headquarters, and we set our meet-up time for later. We head back up to the main plaza.
Two door handles on the city buildings surrounding the church.
This is the small chapel inside the only surviving town gate, the Stone Gate, which has a focal point of a painting of Mary that “miraculously survived a major fire in the adjoining house in 1731” or so says Rick Steves.
We need caffeinated fuel, as we are already tired and it’s only the afternoon, but I must admit I enjoyed the glass it was served in.
Dave said he wasn’t hungry, looking forward to the pastry he’d purchased and which was in the backpack, but he ate half of our pasta anyway. Blood sugar restored, two newly caffeinated tourists decide to wander on their own. I pulled out the list of things to see, yet rapidly crossed off about half of them, since the time we were supposed to meet up with Anna Clare and Earl wasn’t conducive to getting to the Lower Town, catching the sights and getting back in time. Another time, I say, uttering the Tourist’s Mantra. We decide to stick with the Upper Town instead.
Next post: Two Sets of Tourists Attempt a Meet-up at a Later Time, or Zagreb, Part II