More photos of my early morning walks in Pucisca

 I'm settling into a little routine in Pucisca, and sadly tonight will be my last night here before I move onto what could be my next favourite place.

I know that being here for a few days only doesn't scrape the surface of a place, but maybe surface observations are valid.

Cars are left unlocked with windows open, vespa's are ridden with no helmets and the keys are often left in the ignition. 

Walking in the mornings (early) everyone you meet smiles and says 'jutro', There is a coffee pod machine in my apartment but why would you when you can sit in an early morning cafe with the locals (in my exercise gear (sorry Diana, I always think of you)) and listen to the chatter. 

There are about 1000 permanent residents here - and that number is shrinking. There are three supermarkets,  a butcher, and no other shops. Let that sink in. No school supplies, no clothing shops, no tourist trinket shops selling reef shoes and croatia t-shirts.  I spotted a chemist and a dentist, There is an olive oil specialist but I've not seen it open yet. Anything you need (like a job if you are a young person) you need to leave. So the population is shrinking. Even the tourists are different  here from, recimo, Split - mostly Croatians or a few French. Germans on the bus yesterday. I can wander all day and not hear any English spoken.

The port filled up with some impressive boats in the late afternoon. I sat with a cocktail watching as the harbour master guys helped manoeuvre the catamarans in beside each other. And was amused by the young woman on the biggest of them as she sat for ages taking selfies. Maybe she was an influencer. Maybe that thought amused me so much that I ordered another cocktail. Cheap entertainment.

Anyway, it is gentle, peaceful- sitting writing this after an early morning swim I can hear cicadas, roosters and not much else. Children at the beach.

Special mention here - check out the tenacious fig tree growing from the side of a two storey building. That's deep. Symbolic even.

Water polo is huge here. I remember watching for ages one year in Korcula and then the next day realising that my favourite sunglasses were still there.

I'd like to be in Croatia late enough in the sezona one year that I could feast on the pomegranates  - these fruit trees just grow in random places, not as tenacious as the fig trees, but nearly so.

Another example of tenacious, setting up the winter vegetable garden in this heat, with no prospect of rain to really soak the place for a month or so.