The town of Novigrad felt much more laid-back than Poreč. We walked into town and immediately headed toward the sea. The “beach” here wasn’t what you might expect—it was set just outside the old town walls and consisted of a wide stone promenade. Cement barriers stretched out into the water, each with railings so people could walk right into the sea. There wasn’t any natural sand, only a few small sections of imported sand boxed in for children to play. Showers were scattered along the way, and while only a few people were swimming, plenty were stretched out sunbathing on the stone terraces. It was unusual, but also very pretty.
Back in the streets of Novigrad, the atmosphere was quieter, with fewer people than in Poreč. The buildings were brightly colored, and at one point we came across massive arched windows—likely remnants of a castle—that opened directly to views of the sea. They framed the water beautifully, perfect for a photo. Throughout the town, colorful umbrellas were strung above the streets, adding a whimsical touch.
By mid-afternoon, we were ready for a late lunch and found a restaurant around 2:30. Scotty ordered grilled chicken stuffed with ham and cheese, with French fries on the side. I went for local grilled squid with vegetables and treated myself to an Aperol Spritz. It was the perfect meal—fresh, flavorful, and unhurried.
What really made it memorable, though, was watching the staff. Partway through our lunch, one of the waitresses prepared food at another table, and soon after all of the staff sat down together for their own meal. There was such an easy camaraderie between them. We had already finished eating, but instead of asking for the bill, we waited until their meal ended before calling our waitress over. That’s the beauty of dining in Europe—you’re never rushed.
As we wandered afterward, we even noticed a few houses for sale. I joked about moving here, though Scotty didn’t seem particularly convinced. 🤭
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