Thursday Doors 8/2/24: Draguć 2.

Let’s stroll along main street in Draguć, a town in inland Istria, on a calm and cloudy Easter day.

Whenever I see the name of this town, I’m reminded of the other Slovenian basketball player Goran Dragić (who played best for the Miami Heat), whose career will conclude with a star-studded event in Ljubljana this summer, which I hope to attend as well. The tickets go on sale next Thursday. Luka will come too. Speaking of him and the Mavs, they won their three last games – two in New York in grand fashion – and acquired two much needed new players. Good times in store.

And no, I’m not watching basketball only and nothing else in my life, I just get the biggest kick out of it. Yes, bigger than poetry. Sign of the times. And the fact that, as the internet says, I

I wonder why this sounds so relatable.

But this is Draguć, a small cinematic town in Croatia, and here is the second part of its doors from its other street with a couple of furry locals.

Red, yellow and blue.

Last Thursday we remained at the church.

Bestia is watching a cat.

The outdoor bell.

This street was calling us. Amore took the car, father and I walked.

With a heart, leaf and flowers.

This cat.

Twirly and stoned.

Silver and spiky.

Rather spooky.

I watch too much crime.

Cheerful and misplaced.

Old and oblique.

Newer and horizontal.

Another cat and me in the window.

An invitation.

A has-been.

It’s always a risk to approach bestia if you’re a dog but this one doesn’t care.

A would-be.

A look back where we came from.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities