Perast, blues & breeze. I woke up intending on taking a cab or a bus to this little town, which is more of a strip of harbor than a town proper. I was afraid to lose my parking spot and a bit nervous of returning to those windy, mountain Montenegrin roads. But then I saw my server from the restaurant the night before in town, and he convinced me to drive. I’m so glad I listened.

Driving, between the mountains and the sea, along the edge of the bay in a completely foreign place, sea breeze in my hair and a language on the radio that I couldn’t understand; it was one of those experiences when you remember that you’re alive. 

And then I was alone in the town, so quiet, vivid, and bright. 

One response to “Perast”

  1. Wow this place is beautiful! So much prettier than the North Carolina mountains haha What type of camera do you use?


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