On our way to Zagreb, we realized it was only a short drive, so we decided to stop in a random town and chose Samobor, just across the Croatian border. It turned out to be larger than we expected, yet still very pretty. In the town square, a man stopped us—probably noticing the camera around my neck—and told us about the French influence on the town. Scotty, hoping for one last piece of “Bled cake” before leaving the continent, found exactly what he wanted in an ice cream parlor. He enjoyed his cake, I enjoyed my ice cream, and I think we made the man’s day when I took photos of both treats. A perfect little stop.
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| These markers ran along at least one wall surrounding the church. Dates of death were between 1991 and 1995 - the Bosnian war. |
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