What do you do when you’ve got three hours before your flight leaves from Split airport, and you’re about 45 minutes drive from Split itself but passing the motorway exit for somewhere called Trogir?
If I’d been behind the wheel that day, I’d have put my foot down and gunned it for Split. It’s a place I’m overly fond of, having discovered it quite by accident during a supposed beach holiday that S and I booked – our first beach holiday as a married couple in fact, back in 2011. We had no idea that the nice beachside hotel we’d booked was just down the road from a real life Roman palace, and soon all our plans for lying out by the pool vanished. Instead, we spent the 5 days poking our way around Split, marvelling at the Roman artefacts and pretending we were time travellers. That’s the last time we’ve ever tried to go on a beach holiday.
So, back to 2015. I was very keen to go back to Split, but S insisted we didn’t have enough time to get there, park, have a look around, get some dinner and still get to the airport for our flight. I sulked. I didn’t want to go to Trogir. It sounded all industrial and ugly. Didn’t he remember how pretty Split was? How much fun we’d had there before?
But no. S was resolute. He didn’t want to rush. So I resigned myself to a couple of hours in Slough-On-Sea.
Imagine my surprise when this view greeted us from the car park we swung in to.
And then picture my face when we crossed the road and came to the most beautiful walled city that did not look industrial in any way.
Turns out, as we found out from some information signs posted helpfully for those ignorant tourists who discount poor Trogir, that the historic town centre is none other than a UNESCO World Heritage Site and there’s been a settlement here since the 3rd century BC. Most of the centre of Trogir dates from the 13th century, although its street plan is much older.
We went for a good old walk, uncovering plenty of interesting nooks and crannies and giving my camera a workout.
These winding streets were just perfection.
Then we found the perfect harbourside spot for lunch in the sun; the food was reasonably priced (unlike Split) and the atmosphere was incredibly chilled.
Sunshine, good company, good food.
We sat and ate our tasty food and admiring the view, whilst the sounds of music floated out over our heads from a school nearby. It was all excessively relaxing.
Of course we found me some ice cream to eat – check out the After Eight flavour, instant win.
We walked back past Trogir Cathedral which was beautiful, and appears out of nowhere around a bend in those crazy walled alleys.
This guy would like to know why you haven’t booked your tickets already.
All in all a magnificent day. Trogir, I’m so sorry I ever doubted you.
Would you stop at Trogir?
You can read more about my trip to Croatia here.