The winter winds drove all the usual tourists back to their homes until the next Summer’s call. Yet there we were, the five of us, sitting on top of the ruined fortresses of Stari Bar as we listened to the prayers from the mosque below.
We stayed there for a while- it was a nice break to have on our short road trip, but it was time to go. We threw our bags back into the boot and drove, looking back as we went to get a view of the fog which yawned over the town- a blanket tucking the world behind us to sleep until it became nothing but a romanticized dream of nostalgia.
Images of Bar, Montenegro