The house stands on Perast's single waterfront street, at the point where the Bay of Kotor splits into its Kotor and Risan arms and narrows to the Verige strait — a channel tight enough that chains were once strung across it against raiders. People have lived on this shore continuously since Neolithic times, and the town you walk out into is the result: a few hundred metres of stone carrying sixteen churches and seventeen palaces, with no through traffic on the promenade to interrupt any of it.
Everyday Perast is small and quickly learned. Swimming is off concrete bathing platforms and short pebble strips rather than a proper beach, and the water directly below the town is deep and clean. Boats leave the quay through the day for Our Lady of the Rocks, the man-made islet with its votive church and silver plaques, and for wooded St George beside it. Behind the houses, stepped lanes climb towards the slopes of St Elijah Hill through gardens of fig and pomegranate, and the belfry of St Nicholas gives the view that explains the whole geography at a glance. A market and several kitchens serving Mediterranean cooking sit a couple of minutes' walk along the same shore road.
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