I dragged myself out of bed early so I could see the old city before it became swamped with tourists.
Here is the main gate of the city along with some of the walls seen from the outside.
The main street is nearly empty.
Here is the Column of Roland, a central meeting point for Dubrovnik, in front of St. Blasie's church.
As the tourists started to filter into the city, I headed to the bus station and caught a bus to Trsteno, about 14 km north of Dubrovnik. Trsteno is the site of a villa and gardens dating from the sixteenth century. The grounds were turned into an arboretum in the twentieth century, and although it is by no means the most impressive horticultural display I have seen, it was a wonderful retreat from the hubbub of the city.
The centerpiece of the gardens is this fountain and pond, complete with a statue of Poseidon, waterlilies, and goldfish.
This aqueduct brings water to the fountain.
There are Canarian date palm trees all throughout the gardens.
And beautiful bougainvillea.
There is a spectacular view of the Adriatic from this porch.
From the main part of the gardens, I walked out a side road and turned left into another section of the arboretum.
The path led downhill towards the water.
On the way, I passed these ruins, which it turns out are a folly.
I finally made it down to the water.
There was nary a soul in sight, so I cooled off by skinny dipping in the Adriatic.
After having a picnic lunch, I took the bus back to Dubrovnik, where I visited the old city one final time. On the bus ride, I noticed that I was feeling a little queasy, but I did not think too much of it. In Dubrovnik, I stopped by War Photography Limited, a gallery specializing in wartime photography. In addition to their permanent exhibition on photography and film from the Homeland War, they had an exhibit on the war in Syria by the Pulitzer Prize winner Narciso Contreras. Contreras snuck into Syria and the images he captured from the front lines of the conflict are chilling.
At some point I noticed that I was experiencing literal chills as well, and as I still had some nausea and abdominal pain, I diagnosed myself with food poisoning (source unknown, but likely the cheap prepackaged deli meats I purchased for lunch). I quickly left the gallery, and a few minutes later, the diagnosis was confirmed. I made my way back to the place I was staying, and rested for the remainder of the evening.
Since it was the Fourth of July, I had planned on seeing whether any other Americans were celebrating in Dubrovnik. That did not happen, but I did get to Skype with my friends at 618 in Brooklyn for their annual Independence Day party, which was a wonderful conclusion to a less than ideal day.