Perast

Reflections

WHERE do you keep the secrets,

Mirror,

That drop like petals on your bosom

And drift away in silence?

Ancient, dreamy and eternally beautiful, Perast and its enchanting islands cast their magical spell in the morning mist.

Floating

Floating,
Drifting,
Thinking,
Dreaming.

Perast village and Our Lady of the Rocks

The Perast Mist

As the sun rises, the mist slips gently over the jagged peaks of Lovcen  and, then, swirls gently down into the tranquil bay where there it rests. Arms enveloped around the sleeping islands and empty fishermen's boats it lingers, a  ghostly presence conjured by nature.

I finish my morning expresso and reluctantly leave this magical place to continue my journey along the bay to Risan.

RISAN to MORINJ

The journey of Winter Reflections

Beyond the town of Risan, the winding road climbs steeply affording more views of Perast and then finally dips and curves to show me another view of Risan; a more beautiful view. I'm here in the winter, when I have it all to myself, and when there is nothing to disturb the serene beauty of the bay's magical reflections. Just the mountains and the light playing out their magic on the water.

Before I reach Morinj, an empty bench lit by the afternoon sun, reminds of the wonderful solitude winter brings. 

All images and words © 2014-2018 Flavia Brilli.