Going home for summer is something I’m waiting impatiently during the whole year. In Croatia, I have two homes: one is the place I was born and spent the first 25 years of my life, and the other is the place of birth of my grandmother, the small village on an island on the coast, where my roots have grown deeper than I expected them to grow. Read More
Ever since I came to Paris, there is one particular place which I visit more than often. The small island in the heart of Paris, so close to the bustling centre of the city – Ile St.Louis. There is something enchanting about this place, its tiny streets and long quays, tall buildings with old inscriptions and wooden doors in all colours and sizes. Read More
Every spring, two plants dominate the tables on Dalmatian coast: artichokes and wild asparagus. On the coast, the wild asparagus grows on fields with high grass and bushes and its skinny spears can be difficult to find if you don’t know where to look for. Read More
A block of streets in 11th arrondissement is well known for its gastronomical scene: Bistrot Paul Bert, the recent coffee place Amami, Cyril Lignac’s bakery of the same name and his bistro Le Chardenoux, all found at a distance of several hundreds of meters. And now, Cyril Lignac decided to strike again in the same area, just across the street from his bakery by opening La Chocolaterie.
I think I never had so many pastries as at the time I first came to Paris. It was normal, though, because you simply cannot resist all the beautifully looking desserts and viennoiseries lurking from almost every window shop you pass by. Several years later, I am no longer as easily tempted as I understood that not everything that looks incredibly good indeed tastes incredibly. Read More
Summer is coming to an end. I’m however not trying to think about it because it turns me melancholic. I’m summer’s child and there is something special to me about this season, about the long days, warm nights. Something that reminds me of the sea, family and happy childhood. I could not imagine a summer without going back home so every year I keep my precious days of vacation for going to the Adriatic coast in July.
Svako selo svoju feštu ima… is Croatian for every village has its own festival. One of the most popular Croatian pop festive songs begins with this sentence. Indeed, during summer almost every city or village on the Dalmatian coast will declare “its day” and prepare a feast in every sense of the word, for all the senses.Read More
Fish grilled on the framed metal bars over charcoal or wood is a favourite way of preparing fish in Dalmatia. The smell of the grilled fish always evokes memories from my summer vacations at the seaside. Read More
This year summer started late and ended ever faster. There was no sun in Paris until mid-July and even though I arrived at the Croatian coast at the same time as I do every year, this time I had to leave earlier.Read More